Which was, of course, when the situation changed again.
Irish pulled up across the street, hands gripping tightly to the wheel. “Tim?”
“I don’t want to do this.”
Tim shook his head. “No one wants to do this, the situation sucks. Hopefully the trouble this has put us through will be enough to convince him not to do this again.”
“No.” Irish parked the car, turning the engine off. “I… I don’t want to talk to him yet.”
Tim rubbed at a shoulder. “It’ll be fine. You just have to get him to stop the raising. Tell him how it will ruin your meeting, your day. Or how it will ruin most people’s lives. That might be a good one.”
“You can do that!” Irish shot back.
At this point, Tim felt as though she was unreasonably upset, but wasn’t about to back off now.