watching me then?” “Yeah, the fucking paparazzi and everyone else. You can’t work the food truck right now.” “I want to go back to work.” “No.” “Are you joking right now? Don’t you have to work?” “Yes, and you can stay at the penthouse while I do it.” I crossed my arms. “I’m so happy this isn’t ‘until death do us part.’” “Are you so sure?” he threw back. “Maybe I won’t divorce your smart ass and you can deal with me for all of time.”
