Margie leans in over my shoulder and we peer out at him, a couple of Siamese twins. “What I think ... is you have very good taste.” We both smile. “He’ll do you a world of good. Trust me.” “But fucking the secretary ... it’s so cliché.” “Todd’s my secretary, so it doesn’t count,” She elbows me. “Anyways, you’re not attached, it’s been almost a year since the divorce was final,” She looks at me and rolls her eyes. “And I haven’t once heard you talk about having anything resembling a good time in that lonely old bed of yours.” “Thanks for making it sound so depressing.” “You’re my best Ad exec. Not to mention one of my dearest friends. I need you to be happy.” I glare at her. “Okay, happier. You’re smart, sexy and successful. I want to see you enjoying all that.” I stare as Todd leans back in his chair and scratches the back of his neck. Even his fingers are thick and muscular.
