“Let it ring,” he groaned, not wanting to move off the sofa. Jessica stirred alongside him then crawled over him. “I have to get it. Could be the school. Or my mom.” He knew she had a valid point, but he didn’t want anything interfering with the blissful day they were having. Can’t real life give us just a few more hours off? “Hang on, Bill, he’s right here.” Bill? Shit. Bill wouldn’t call unless there was a crisis. What now? “Hey.” “Hey, Eric, look I’m sorry about calling but we’ve got a problem.” Eric sat up, not sure he wanted to hear what it was. “What’s going on?” “The delivery truck finally showed up, two hours late, and they’ve got the entire order wrong.” “Are you fucking kidding me?” Eric stood and paced across the room. Tension already knotted his neck. “I wish I was. I’ve been arguing with them for a half hour. Showed them the purchase order and everything. They say it doesn’t match the sheet they have and they won’t switch it unless their boss tells them to.
