A frown mars her usually wrinkleless forehead, and she zeroes in on me instantly. “Bee!” “What did I do now?” She reaches behind her and slams my door with such a force that it bounces open before settling against the frame. She gives it one last shove and it clicks shut. “I was just on the phone with Carter Hughes.” Oh sweet fuck. Here we go. I may as well say goodbye to my ovaries because I think I’m about to shit them out. “Everything okay?” I ask nonchalantly. “Do I sound like everything is okay?” she retorts sharply. I get the feeling that’s a rhetorical question. “He informed me you were incredibly rude during your meeting yesterday.” Mom smacks her lips together. “Care to explain yourself?” “He’s a very frustrating man,” I answer carefully.
