“Jesus Christ, what does she want?” Twila grimaced.
“Not sure. She said she wanted to come in and talk. I tried to dissuade her. She called me a raging asshole.”
“You’re really soaking up Nick’s energy, huh?” Twila smirked at her husband.
“Only when it’s deserved, and I do not like her. She’s a rude b***h. She pulled up here in her car and parked in the handicap spot. I made her move, and she was cursing me out. She said she’d only be here a few minutes, but I made her move her car. The nearest spot meant she needed to walk a whole fifteen feet to the entrance.” He rolled his eyes. “Am I letting her in or are you two too busy to entertain guests.”
“Send her in. Let’s get it over with.” Twila made a face.
“Do we have to?” Grier mumbled. “I really would rather listen to Nick firing peop
