“You should go. This isn’t…dealing with my grief isn’t a part of our arrangement. Just go back to work and I’ll—” “Shut up, Sloane.” He grabs my wrist to pull me back into his lap. I land on top of him with an irritated scowl. “Did you just tell me to shut up?” “Yes, because I didn’t want you to waste your breath on the rest of that sentence when we both know I’m not going anywhere.”
