I shake my head, and even though I know I’ll be walking out of here with one pink line, a part of me is angry with him.
“Fine, but don’t go proposing if it’s positive because I’m telling you right now, you can go to hell.”
“Do.The.Test.Courtney.”
Unbelievable.
The damn jerk.I might take half an hour to pee just to make him wait that little bit longer.Knowing my phone is in my back pocket, I lock the bathroom door, open Instagram and start looking at cute cat videos.
It takes ten minutes before Zander calls out.
“Courtney?”
“Sorry, Courtney is out of the office right now.Leave a message at the door and hopefully it hits you on the way out.”
“For the love of God,” he mutters, frustrated.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
ZANDER
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This woman is goingto be the death of me.
“Come on.”I call through the door.“If you don’t come out in the next ten minutes, I’m ordering dinner and putting on a movie.You can spend the night in there if you want.”
Silence.
“Courtney!”I yell.
“Fine!Give me a minute.”
“A minute?You’ve had ten damn minutes, woman!”
What the hell has she been doing?
