Chapter Eleven
I thought Mia and I were on our way to a semi-cordial relationship, but other than a grumpy good morning, she’s had her earbuds in the entire flight. She demanded to wheel her own bag from the baggage carousel outside to the driver the resort sent. I understand why she’s mad about this team building, and we have a lot of training to do, but we have no control.
I eye her next to me on the bench of the pickup truck that’s taking us up to the lodge. She’s a control freak. I should have pegged her for one—the way she’s religious about her schedule, the way she always has one of those green shakes in her hand.
It takes a few minutes before she realizes I’m staring at her. She plucks an earbud out of her ear and shoots me the dirty look she’s perfected over the last couple week
