‘Listen,’ I say, standing up and hauling my bag over my shoulder. ‘I know you’re angry. If you have questions for me, I’ll stay and answer them. But I get that you’re going to need some time with this, and I’d rather not stand here while you basically accuse me of being a gold-digging whore. You know where I am if you want to chat.’ I sling my coat over my shoulder, plant a soft kiss on Chloe’s silken cheek, and get the hell out of there.
