Page 9 of The Guy Who Became My Grumpy Boss

Danger Zone’s eyes narrowed even more, but instead of allowing a category four grumpy expression to set in, he smoothed his face.

Uh-oh. That was the category five and the top-tier of disappointed dad looks that Danger Zone ever gave.

“I spoke with Amelia about this myself,” he said. “She didn’t request to do a trust fall.”

Personally, I didn’t blame Amelia. She and I were about the same dress size, and the thought of a bunch of people I may or may not like being assigned to catch me as I fell backward off a table was not on my to-do list.

My friend Nanette had almost been forced to do a fall like this for work, but she’d bolted.

That had been the beginning of the end of her single life, as her now husband, David, had been in the group and had covered for her so no one tattled on her about not doing it.

Maybe a trust fall wouldn’t be so bad, if Danger Zone was in my group.

Nope.

I slammed a mountain of rock down on that train of thought.

Marissa was sputtering some excuse, but she’d lost and she knew it.

Danger Zone looked at me. “Take it off the itinerary.”

“You got it.” I didn’t look over at Marissa. I could feel the glare she was giving me and knew that she’d probably find some ridiculous project for me to do next week just because she was mad she’d lost. Before she could jump to something else, I cleared my throat. “I’ve heard some disturbing rumors about the place we’re going.”

Danger Zone raised his eyebrows. “What rumors?” He didn’t like gossip, and I didn’t blame him, but this had to be said.

“I’ve heard four different employees from the candle company downstairs reporting that they had nothing but bad experiences at this place.”

Marissa rolled her eyes.

I kept going. “They had several injuries, more than a dozen questionable rashes, and a whole lot of food poisoning.”

Danger Zone frowned.

Marissa waved her hand. “I heard that too, and none of it is true.”

“Did you contact the retreat venue?” Danger Zone threw Marissa a questioning look.

“I did.” She gave me a sneer of triumph. “None of what happened was their fault.”

“You’re sure?” Danger Zone asked.

“I called them,” Marissa said.

That wasn’t exactly comforting, but if she’d actually called the people I couldn’t argue, so I shrugged. “Great.”

“The rest of the itinerary is acceptable,” Danger Zone said as he scanned the screen on the wall.

Marissa huffed.

“What about the budget?” Danger Zone asked.

“We’re within budget,” Marissa assured him.

Danger Zone looked at me.

I hated to shoot Marissa down twice in a row, but this couldn’t be ignored. “We were under budget, until we changed the desserts for our final dinner.”

“What changed?” Danger Zone returned his attention to Marissa.

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