"I wish he'd forget there's a game at all." Kenzie savored another bite of pasta. Concentrating on the flavors might help. Or at least maybe make her think of what she might try as far as sauces went next time she made pasta.
She nodded. "Yes, still. We were doing that thing where you initial your emails. The 'C-B' was very clear. I considered putting it in bold. Should have just written it out." She took another swig of whiskey, letting the burn work at her anger at Bacchus. "I could walk around wearing a damn sign with my name on it and he'd still fucking call me Conroy." She stabbed at her plate. "You know, he could at least use 'Ms.' and not spell out 'Miss' like I'm...some...ten-year-old or a schoolmarm or a little old lady."