Macy did her best not to scream as she listened to Tim drive off. And she hadn’t watched from the window because she sure wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. Plus, it was too lame for words.
She shoved her mug in the microwave, but didn’t bother turning it on. Instead she crossed her arms to glare at it. For one thing, the marshmallows would get all weird. And the handle too hot. Microwaves never reheated hot chocolate properly.
Couldn’t she do anything right?
“I know how to hug a man, don’t I?”
Baxter sat on the floor and looked longingly from her to the dog biscuit drawer and then back to her.
“I hugged Brett normal as could be just last night, didn’t I? He didn’t even try to cop a feel.”
Was it because he was decent or Macy was a psycho woman with…
“No! Not finishing that
