It was piled high with invoices and checkered with colored Post-It notes bearing scrawled requests from Mickey and his boys. Apparently, he’d been worried about me when I told him I needed some time off, but not so worried that he didn’t notice the supply of Keurig coffee ...
“So you should just...um, go ahead. Or whatever," she murmured miserably. "When you say you can’t, you mean, ever?" "Ever." "Not even from oral?" I pulled her to her feet and forced her to meet my gaze. She chewed on the inside of her cheek and for ...
I rolled my eyes at him, snorting for good measure. “Easy to say once we’ve left and can’t have a rematch.”Bash and I had gone to a local bar for a budget date of pool and wings—naked for him, slathered in buttery hot sauce and blue cheese dressing for me. We might have called a moratorium on tal...
