their kitchen and made up your mind, why even take the time to ask me? Why not just inform me of my KP duty and hand me a spatula? he had snapped at her. 

What’s the damn difference? she had demanded. 

Why don’t YOU make breakfast for once? he implored. 

What? Do I NOT make reservations for dinner each and every night? she insisted. 

Tell me about it! (Said with an eye roll.) 

What the hell is that supposed to mean, Adam? (Said with both hands upon hips.) 

Nothing…nothing…but what about that butler - what’s his name…? 

Christopher, and he’s a valet. 

Whatever. Ar...

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