Maybe losing your hearing was part and parcel of losing your mind. “Did you say what I think you said?” Sam sighed. “Sit down, Callie.” It was a good thing her desk chair was right behind her, because Callie dropped at the order. The chair rolled backward away from the desk, with her in it. “I knew this was going to be a major undertaking, even before the Christmas wedding opportunity came about,” he started. Callie watched his lips move to make sure she didn’t miss anything. “Against my better judgment, I took a backseat and let you handle the brunt of the project. A mistake on my part.” Callie let those words sink in. Tilting her head to the side, she asked, “Are you implying that putting me in charge of this project was your mistake?” “Not at all,” he said, face stern. “I stand by my decision.” Then she’d fried every last brain cell, because Sam wasn’t making any sense.
