Iโm home. Ya happy now?โ Beckโs gravelly voice demanded. โYes, I am.โ โYerโ treatinโ me like iโm some idiot kid,โ he complained. โGee, I wonder where I learned that?โ He hung up on her.
Jana OliverSo what did you bring? Lip gloss and a hairbrush?โ Smirking, she unpacked the sandwiches Mort's cook had made for her, along with an ample slice of chocolate cake. โYou owe me an apology.โ โOmigod, it's a feast! Okay, you're forgiven.
Jana Oliver