As a rule, Mary Alice didn’t have a temper. It wasn’t how she was wired. A good thing, since she spent her days running herd on twenty-five eight-year-olds who could be more than a little trying, at times. But as soon as Chad was out the door, she whirled, marching back into the kitchen, hands fisted.
“That was totally uncalled for.”
Finn didn’t even look up from the fridge. At least she was voluntarily seeking out food this time. “Just calling it like I see it. So glad you could turn my accident into a chance to scam on my doctor.”
“There was no scamming. What does that even mean? I forgot my scarf. He brought it back.”
“Convenient,” Finn pronounced, sinking down at the table with a slice of cold pizza. “You just happened to leave your scarf. He just happened to show up to bring it ba
