She’s Using Her Jealous Voice

‘I’m not shouting.’ The vein on Austyn’s forehead started popping. ‘Yes you are! You just did it again!’ ‘If you want to see what real shouting’s like, come to the board meeting tomorrow. I’ll show you what’s real shouting.’ ‘No, thank you.’ Kira wasn’t stupid. If she showed up at the meeting with Austyn, she might as well just shout from the rooftops that she and the president had a thing going on. Austyn stomped over to the door, flicked off the lights, stomped back to bed and got under the covers without a word. He was 186cm and weighed 80kg. His well-built body took up most of the space on the double bed. Kira was squeezed into a corner. She stared at the man whose back was to her. Austyn didn’t move. Kira turned so she was lying on her back. She couldn’t sleep, not with the raindrops pounding against the window relentlessly like a hundred chickens pecking on the glass. Austyn’s breathing was rhythmic. She envied his ability to fall asleep in an unfamiliar environment so fast. She