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“But we’re not done! We still have to add the lava!”
“The lava?”
“The red glitter! For the lava flow!”
There’s more glitter?
“Megan, honey, I think we’ve achieved maximum glitter capacity.”
“Please, Cate? Please? It won’t be a real volcano without lava!”
She was giving me the eyes. Those big, pleading, impossible-to-resist eyes that she’d clearly inherited from her father because they had the exact same effect on me.
“Fine,” I sighed. “But after the lava, we clean up. Deal?”
“Deal!”
She bounced off to find the red glitter, and I surveyed the damage, trying to calculate how long it would take to make this room look less like a craft store had vomited everywhere.
This is fine. This is totally fine. Gabriel’s a reasonable man. He won’t fire me for a little glitter.
A lot of glitter.
An apocalyptic amount of glitter.
My phone buzzed in my pocket.
Gabriel:Leaving the hospital now. Home in 20.
Twenty minutes.
I had twenty minutes to transform this sparkly disaster zone into something that wouldn’t make Gabriel question every life choice that had led to hiring me.
“Found it!” Megan announced, returning with not one butthreebottles of red glitter. “Let’s make it EPIC!”
I’m going to die.
Gabriel’s going to come home, see this mess, and realize that sleeping with me was a huge mistake.
That I’m chaos incarnate.
That I can’t be trusted with his daughter or his dining room or his...
“Cate? You okay? You’re making that face again.”
“What face?”
“The face you make when you’re thinking too much. Dad says you do that a lot.”
Gabriel talks about me?
Gabriel talks about me to Megan?
What does he say? Does he tell her that I’m—
“Earth to Cate!”
“Right! Sorry! Let’s add that lava!”
