Gavin held onto his patience by a thread. “Lauren. Be reasonable.” His bride-to-be spread her arms and twirled in the middle of what should’ve been their new kitchen, if the fucking contractor had done what Gavin paid him a fortune to do. Lauren laughed with a manic tone Gavin could go the rest of his life without ever hearing again. “I am being reasonable. How can we leave for our honeymoon when…” She waved her hand to encompass the area. Her beautiful eyes turned glassy with tears. Son of a… Gavin wanted to hit something. Lauren wasn’t prone to shed tears over messes and missed deadlines. She shared his no-nonsense approach to business. More than once he’d been in awe of her strength, the steel in her spine as she’d out-maneuvered countless boardrooms of men. Every woman had her limits. It seemed the business of building their home had caused Lauren to hit hers.
