Page 185 of One Bad Idea
"I mean sleeping together and working together." Desperately, I tried to think. "Remember way back, you offered me a transfer?"
"Yeah. So?"
Reluctantly, I said, "So maybe it's something we should consider."
"Or maybe," he said, "you should stop giving two shits about what other people think."
I wanted to scream. This was just like him. "That's easy for you to say. You're the boss."
"Of you?" He gave a low scoff. "That'll be the day."
"I didn't mean of me. I meant of everyone else."
"If they don't like it, fuck 'em."
I tried again. "But what about Darla?"
"What about her?"
"Well, you can't be so blasé aboutthat."
"I already told you," he said, "we'll work it out. She's family. It's different."
"I know, but…" I hesitated. "Don't you think it would be better if I didn't work here?"
"I'm thinking plenty," he said, "but that's not it."
"Okaaaaay. So whatareyou thinking?"
"I'm thinking, you need to get over it."
I felt my jaw clench. "Get over it?"
"Yeah," he said. "Get over it."
Now, I couldn’t help but scoff. "Thanks for your understanding."
"You're welcome."
I made a sound of annoyance. "I wasn't serious."
"Good."
"What?"
"Good," he repeated, "because you're not quitting."
Through gritted teeth, I said, "Imeant, I wasn't serious about thanking you."
"Yeah? Too late now."
Normally, I'd find this amusing. But between the rent thing and what Luna had told me, I realized that things weren't nearly as simple as he made it sound.
I still hadn't told him about Luna's visit, but there was a very good reason for that. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that itwasn'ta conversation for over the phone.
Cripes, maybe I should've waited forthisconversation, too. But in all honesty, I'd figured we'd be able to discuss it like reasonable adults.
Apparently, I'd figured wrong. "You're impossible. You know that, right?"
