16 Chapter 16

“You’re home early.”

“And I’m in a miserable mood,” I snapped and threw my little clutch bag on the coffee table, where it bounced before it skidded off onto the carpet. I shoved his legs off the end of the couch, dropped down, and took his glass from him.

“Hey!” he protested as I took a healthy swig.

I glowered at him over the rim of the glass before lowering it. “Why are men such asses?”

“Problems in paradise, little sister?”