"Matt," said Lynn, "you won't have time to smoke."
"No," Margot chimed in, "you've barely time to dress."
He lit his cigarette deliberately.
"Matt!" Lynn's voice was frosty.
Matt's jaw set.
"Don't be pig-headed, dear," said the blonde at the foot of the table.
Matt's blue eyes narrowed.
"Get the hell out of here!" he roared suddenly. "All of you! And leave me to finish my smoke in peace!"