TEN
Her day had to get better. It had to. Oh, in God's name, what was that racket?
The long, loud note of someone pressing the s**t out of their horn made Xan stick her head out of the office. A guest had almost reversed his hire car into the drinks truck. Instead of attempting to manoeuvre around the truck, or waiting for the driver to finish his delivery, the i***t punched his car horn again and started swearing at the driver to move.
Xan scanned the parking lot, but the foul-mouthed guest was the only person there.
She found the truck driver in the kitchen, lifting boxes onto the counter for Adele. Every time his biceps flexed, Adele cooed over them.
"What's happening out there?" the delivery guy asked.
"Someone nearly crashed into your truck and for some reason this upset him
