‘Oh I beg to differ!’
Janine’s vein above her right eye pulsed. She could feel it move; a familiar sign of her fury.
‘Can you just listen?’ Mitchell’s face was red. ‘Let me finish.’
Janine sighed and crossed her arms.
‘All right. Gonna play it that way are you?’ Mitchell spat.
‘I’m listening,’ Janine said through gritted teeth.
‘No you’re not.’ Mitchell paced across the kitchen in two strides. His chest puffed against hers.
Janine’s heart raced, but she lifted her chin, intrepid in the face of fear.