#Chapter30

A stupid deal

Carrington

While I endured the wonders of marriage, such as a frying pan getting thrown at me, Charles was negotiating with a particular Frazier boy. We’ll get to Charles in a minute.

“Nikita!”

The frying pan flew past my skull and struck the wall.

“That’s not funny, Carri!”

“Well, neither is someone throwing a frying pan at you.”

“Then don’t put ice down my back!”

“Come on! I always wanted to say Ice, Ice, Baby!” Yeah, that earned a glare. “Okay, you win.” I held up my hands in defeat and strolled into the living room.

After sitting down and picking up my hot cocoa, along...