Trick
“How's it going?" Matt asks as I have a seat.
“Not too bad, except for traffic being a bitch."
I was almost late for this meeting and that's the last thing I need, especially when I'm trying to get my s**t together.
“You did cut it a little close," he gives me an ironic smile.
“I was on time though, wasn't I?"
He coughs. “Barely, but it doesn't matter, as long as I didn't have to wait on you. How's Riley? I see you've been spending a good amount of time with her. Hadley's doing a good job of keeping track of the hours."
Suddenly my blood runs cold. I hadn't realized they were keeping track of my hours. Well, that's a lie. I did know they were keeping track of them, but I always seem to forget, my time with Sprite would be finite. How many hours were left? How much time did
