French Kiss — Jill Sanders

Lilith was sure she was going to lose her mind. Her boss and best friend Sarah, had only been gone for three days. Yet, she found herself itching to pick up the phone and call her back to help deal with the mess. Sure, she'd been in worse pickles, but knowing that didn't help the current situation. 

“What do you mean you can't have the delivery here until next Tuesday?” She growled into the phone, then listened as the general manager of their local produce deliver explained how they had lost their last shipment. “I don't care what you need to do, just have our order to us by tomorrow afternoon.” She slammed down the phone and cringed when she realized that even if the delivery did come tomorrow afternoon, she was still going to have to explain to Adam, the head chief at East Haven Resorts, why his order was two days late.