I was furious with him, but, coward that I was, I was simply too afraid to show it. He hadn’t called me once while he was away on business in Las Vegas. He was still stewing over our last argument, as was I. Our last exchange of words kept replaying over and over in my mind. I squeezed my head between my hands in a fruitless effort to stem the flow. But I still could not keep them at bay. “Damn it, Hannah,” Beck had yelled. “You know I can’t entertain my clients here, not the same way. It’s too cold and damp. How am I supposed to negotiate million dollar deals if they aren’t happy? They want to be somewhere warm, somewhere sunny. Someplace they can relax and get away from all this godforsaken rain.” “Well, so would we,” I reminded him. “Conner and I would like to get away from the rain every once in a while, too. When you travel during the weekend, why can’t we go with you?” When he didn’t respond, I answered the question aloud myself. “Because you don’t want us around, do you?”
