Rain.
“Remind me why we’re doing this again?”
Emma’s voice echoes in the apartment. Her voice strained with how fast she’s painting the last patch of wall in the kitchen.
“I thought you told him to f**k off and sue you?”
I pack a handful of rags and trash to the bin in the corner. The apartment is almost done now and since I warned Rhys to f**k off for the week everything has gone smoothly. All through the week, I finished up the rooms, put every design the way he wanted it and tried not to dwell on the fact that he actually listened to me and I haven’t seen him.
I hear him though, moving through the apartment like a ghost, casting shadows but not saying anything. And it makes my anger bubble even more.
“I obviously don’t want him to sue me, Em,” I say, my voice tighter than necessar
