Satellite of Love. Christa Maurice

be taking Friday off. At least not until she ascertained whether she’d be spending a long weekend with him, or spending it licking her wounds.

      Still on the phone, he came toward her. “Relax. Sales will pick up. Give me a couple of days and stop acting like an old woman. I’ll be back soon enough. See ya then.” He snapped the phone closed, all his annoyance disappearing. “So, what do you want to do tonight?”