I shook my head. "Thank you. I mean it, Rubliana. I really do."
"I know."
"I don't suppose I could—"
"No."
"You don't know what I was going to say."
"You were trying to get me to forget about hearing the story of your childhood."
"It's the usual parental BS, Rubiliana. Why dredge it up?"
"I feel it's important."
I dropped my head in my hands with a groan at the way she used my own words back at me.
"Please, Ethan."
"Fine." I huffed. "Later."
"I'll wait."
"All right. Let's get this shit over with."
She rolled her eyes with a huff of impatience. "Well, that effort lasted all of three minutes."
I gripped the back of my neck. "This is not an easy subject for me."
"I'm gathering that, but we're not talking about it at the moment. Right now, your new boss and his family are having a celebration dinner for us.
Get your head out of your ass, smile, and act like you fucking adore me," she insisted, once again throwing back my words at me.
