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in the ground.
    She was royally pissed off at everything and everyone and the next person who set foot in her office was going to need last rites when she was done with them.
    Knock, knock. “Aslan, do you have a few minutes?”
    Zeke.
    Grrrrrrrrr…
    No, her husband wasn’t immune from her mood.
    “That good, huh?”
    “Are you shitting me?” Yes, she glared at him and curled her lip. “I am one email away from firing the audio video contractor. I’m one phone call away from declaring the night club manager the biggest fart biscuit we’ve ever dealt with and firing him before we even take our inaugural voyage. And the painter on the Monet deck couldn’t find teal if it jumped up and bit his ass with a bear trap.”
    “Ouch. What color did he find?”
    Aslan clicked on her emails as if the force alone of punching the keys would make her feel better.
    It didn’t.
    “Sea Foam Sparkle. What the fuck? And then he had the audacity to tell me I was wrong. Not in this century. So I had to waste more of my fucking time this afternoon on that douche canoe, track down the email where I specified the color of teal , imagine that, and send it back to him. And you’d better believe I sent it back with instructions on exactly how he had to cover up the incorrect color so his shit ton of sparkles didn’t show through. Plus, I informed him I was going to ride his ass like a three-dollar whore if he didn’t do it right.”
    Zeke opened his mouth to add something but she wasn’t done.
    “And the mistake was coming out of his pocket so he’d better do it right or I’d tell the world what kind of contractor he is and he’d sure as hell never work in this industry again.”
    “Make you feel better?”
    Aslan’s gaze snapped up to his as she saw red. “What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”
    “I was simply asking if telling him how it was made you feel better? Or do you think it may have been a little harsh?”
    “Harsh? Are you kidding me? His little green faux pas just cost us four days of our already non-existent buffer for issues. We can’t afford any more delays, Zeke.”
    “I know, baby.”
    “Don’t ‘baby’ me.”
    His mouth twitched as if he were going to smile. Thankfully, he got it under control before she really lost her temper. “All I’m saying is you’ve been under an extreme amount of stress lately. I know this week has been challenging.”
    “Challenging? Seriously?”
    “Yes.” He nodded once and then smiled.
    She wasn’t in a smiling mood.
    “Come on, Aslan. Breathe. It will all be fine.”
    “Yes, it will. And not because I’m breathing. Because I’m the mother fucking head bitch in charge and I will not let us fail.”
    “That’s my girl. Stand up and give me a hug.”
    “I don’t want a hug.” But he walked around the desk and turned her chair around anyways, tugging her up. She still held her wireless mouse as she wrapped her arms around him.
    “Sure you do, and you love me so you’ll do it anyways.”
    “Only you.”
    “Better be.” He hugged her hard, gave her a quick kiss. “How about we make like a banana and split. I know you didn’t eat breakfast and I don’t think you stopped to eat lunch either.”
    “Does five pretzels and some Chai tea with whipped cream count?”
    “No.” His eyebrows dipped low into a scowl.
    “Don’t start.” She extricated herself from his grip. “I’m fine, and no I’m not ready to leave. I have at least thirty million more emails to answer before I can leave.”
    “You don’t have to, actually. You want to because you can’t bear to leave anything undone, but you don’t have to. We’ve been here for…” He glanced at his watch. “Going on eleven hours. There is only so much you can get done on no food and no more patience.”
    Putting the mouse down, she fought the urge to growl again. None of it was his fault. None of it. And he had a point.
    Unfortunately, that didn’t make her more willing to conceded defeat so