Minus
he asked in an irritatingly bright tone.
“No,” I lied.
He simply raised an eyebrow.
“Yes, so?” I retorted.
“Well… are you going to answer it?”
“Not with you here!”
“Suit yourself, he’s your business partner,” he replied glibly.
“Hatch, I swear to God, if this wasn’t a brand-new phone, I would throw it so hard at your stupid head.”
The phone pealed one more time, and I answered with a flustered, “Hello!”
“Cricket, thank God, I was starting to worry.” Minus’ voice made my insides feel like they were filled with bubbles coated in butter.
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