“Out,” Jack demanded before swallowing back more scalding water. “This is my place of business.” “Your place of business?” Sunny asked from the hallway. “You’re not, like, some mom-and-pop intimacy coordinator. And need I remind you that this is also my place of business for the next four weeks? Besides, we should talk about last night. Well, technically, this morning.” Winnie and I shared a quick glance. She shrugged, so I was guessing we were both in the dark here. “Um, we can wait,” Winnie offered. Sunny curtsied. “Thank you, Winnie.”
