"You don't understand," Blondie stutters over his words, cutting Huxley off. "She doesn't accept failure."
"We'll consider this a learning opportunity. Or if you're really that scared of a woman," the way Huxley says woman like we couldn't be scary is a bit irritating, "then pretend his trail led you to the Southwest. I don't care where, as long as it's far away from here."
I've pressed my body so close to the side of the wall to hear better I lose my footing as my socks slide against the tile floor and I'm forced to reach around and hold on to the wall so I don't fall. When I regain my balance, I stay hidden on the side, hopeful Huxley didn't notice.
"And you can come out now, Winnie," he calls.
Busted.
"You're also going to apologize for making Winnie cry." Huxley wraps me up in a b
