It seems to me that Monday morning came too fast for both of us. Getting back to reality after the weekend we spent emotionally connecting was like coming down from the clouds into the desert, barefoot. But how we did it together, as a couple, was fine.
As I tidied up the cottage for the days and nights I was going to spend in Chicago, Cristian’s phone started ringing like crazy. He answered one call and then another, getting more and more nervous with each one, in a way I had not yet experienced from him.
- The best way is not to answer at all, Calvin, and if you want money for your affiliates to keep flowing from BGE to your press, then f*****g fix all that mess as quietly as possible. Let it disappear and you will be rewarded. He tapped his cell phone.
- What? Hell, no! Those shitty
