Chapter 11

I spun around in my seat at the computer and…

Dawson tromped to the island in the kitchen area of the apartment and dropped the fruit basket. I watched the pomegranate jump out of the basket, fly to the kitchen floor, and roll over four square-foot tiles.

Obviously pissed, he huffed and yelled at me, “Don’t be giving us a re-gift, Mark! I know where this came from!”

“Calm down,” I told him, standing.

He threw his hands up. “I’m not calming down. This came from Cane Mercer! He gave it to you this afternoon, and you pawned it off on Alex and me. Did you forget that Missy Hardship works at The Apple Basket, exactly where this thing came from? She did the basket herself and knew it was for you. Now, tell me what you have to say for yourself.”

Shit. I completely forgot Missy worked there. No one’s perfect, right?

I walked towards him and accidentally kicked the pomegranate in his direction, which bounced off the tip of his leather loafer. Then I defended myself.