![]() ![]() There’s no sense in arguing with him when he’s being unreasonable. It takes two good sips to clear the bile crawling up my throat, but a third buys me time enough to bite my tongue. I stare, amazed at his wild-eyed expression, and calmly reach for my glass of water. ![]() I don’t know why I assumed a mix of gratitude, fine dining, and ambiance would put him in a good mood. He’s wanted to try this place for weeks, and I only finagled last-minute reservations because I’m friends with the owner’s sister. His ridiculous, over-the-top declaration draws glares and whispers to our dimly lit table for two at the exclusive Chez Henri. ![]() I forbid it.” Douglas Fairfield, my delusional ex-boyfriend, former best friend, and all-around thorn in my side loses the last remnants of his sanity and proclaims himself the boss of me. “WHAT DO you mean you’re moving to New Hampshire? Absolutely not, Ginger. ![]()
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