Chapter Ten
“How’s the steak?” Chelsea throws herself down into the seat in front of me.
“Stop it with the steak analogy. I’m trying to imagine him more like liver.” I finish typing an email to the company doing our favors for the gala and give her my attention.
“Maybe just gouge your eyes out so you don’t have to see him anymore?”
“I’ll have to try that. Thanks for the suggestion.” I dismiss her by looking back at my computer screen.
“Jeez, I was about to tell you about a date I went on last night.”
Now she has my attention.
“Mid-week?” She nods, and I wonder what kind of guy was worth her time during the week. Chelsea is fanatical about her schedule during the week. Every day after work, she goes to work out, heads home, makes dinner and then binge watches Netflix while she probab
