I had never understood the term 'seeing red' before now.
Oh, I'd been angry before. Once when someone down the road stole my wheelie bin and filled it with their own rubbish. And needless to say, I was fuming when my brother’s ex swanned off on her own leaving him high and dry with two babies.
This was different. Every word issued from the snivelling man felt like a direct, personal attack. I worked bloody hard at my job, and all that security I'd had days ago had evaporated into thin air the moment Trent the brute in the suit breezed through the doors of my kitchen.
My. Kitchen.
I knew some really smart, bolshy, assertive come back would occur to me at three am, with monkey under one arm and Sarah's foot in my mouth. Going back into work tomorrow armed with the sassy remark would aler
