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He grinned as he handed her a carton of milk. “Noted.” He fished the cold stuff out of the bags and passed it to her to put in the fridge. She didn’t love the fact that he was poking through her groceries, but she didn’t quite hate it enough to turn down the help.

“Is that grocery store sushi?” His lip curled into a sneer as he held it out. “Please tell me that’s for your cat, not you.”

“I didn’t feel like cooking tonight,” she said, snatching it out of his hand.

“It’s your funeral.”

“Yeah, it is.”

He frowned. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“You don’t seem fine. You seem…”

She turned to glare at him. “What?”

His eyebrows lifted. “More annoyed than usual.”

“I had my performance review at work today.” She grabbed a handful of yogurt cups and shoved them in the fridge.

“Ah,” he said. “Didn’t go well?”

She glared at him again. “I’m fucking great at my job, okay? I’m the best design engineer on that team.”

He nodded. “Is that what your boss said in your review?”

“Yes, actually. But she also said I didn’t play well with others. She called me aggressive. Can you believe it?”

He tilted his head. “Wellllll…”

Esther’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “What?”

“You can be a little…prickly.”

“Prickly?”

“Judgmental?”

“It’s called having high standards.”

He held his hands up in surrender. “Okay.”

She unpacked the rest of her yogurt and stacked it in the fridge. They’d been out of her favorite flavor, so she’d had to settle for fucking blueberry. It was just one more way this day had disappointed her.

She heard Jonathan shuffle his feet behind her. “It’s just—”

Esther slammed the fridge and wheeled on him. “What?”

He flinched. “Nothing.”

“No, come on, you were going to say something. I want to hear it.” She probably didn’t, but she couldn’t let it go now.

“Fine,” he said shrugging. “When you first started helping me with my writing, you came off a little…”

“What?” she prompted when he hesitated.

“Mean?”

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