I rushed out of the office and sprinted through the empty parking lot to my car. I had promised my girlfriend I'd be home no later than 8 PM.
I checked my watch. It was 9:30 PM and I still had a forty-five minute drive ahead of me.
Shit, this was not going to end well when I got home. I'd been through this before when I came home later than I expected.
First, she would complain that I was late and that I ruined the supper she had worked so hard to prepare. When we were dating, she used to actually cook me meals and bake desserts.
Ever since we moved in together, her idea of cooking supper became microwaving frozen dinners. I'm not even talking about the tasty ones made for real men either, the kind that included a slab of meat and a dessert item.
Instead, she bought all this heal
