JACK
“Look, Amber, I have a meeting I need to get to,” I sigh, watching her in my kitchen as she sits with her legs crossed, tapping her heel against the stool.
“I hope I didn’t interrupt anything between you and Erin.” She sounds anything but remorseful.
“I’m sure you’re broken up about that,” I say sarcastically, circling the island and grabbing my now cold cup of coffee. I’m getting a headache and it has nothing to do with lack of sleep at this point.
“I didn’t come over here to break up your little,” she pauses and waves her hand, “whatever that was.”
“Why did you come here again?” I scratch my head, sticking my coffee cup in the microwave.
“Have you seen your daughter?” Amber asks, “Or were you too busy with your girlfriend?”
I don’t even dignify that with an answer. Amber can
