Chapter 45
I sat, but as soon as my ass made contact with the cushion, I bounced back to standing, scooped up my empty glass, and marched to the kitchen for a refill. I pulled the cork out but didn’t pour. Instead, I fumbled for my phone, pulled up my contacts, and let my thumb hover over my brother’s number.
Shaking my head, I tossed the phone on the counter where it slid over the slick granite surface and was stopped by the bottle. I couldn’t call now while I was agitated. I had to calm down first. Taking a few deep breaths, I picked up the wine and splashed a few drops in the glass, but changed my mind. I poured it out in the sink, jammed the cork back into the bottle, and strode out of the kitchen. I grabbed my wallet and my keys and stormed out the door.