Tommy’s dressed in a pink button-down shirt and a grey tweed jacket and he’s hurriedly tying his tie, a burgundy-colored one. “You look pretty sharp,” I tell him. “Thanks. I’m going out with that new reporter they sent us.” “Oh, yeah? Vanessa? She’s pretty hot.” I realize what I’ve just said and steal a glance at Miranda to see how she takes it. She doesn’t seem jealous or anything, which is nice, because even though I get that way sometimes, I’m really not into jealous, overwrought women. Besides, she’s easily as hot as Vanessa, only in a different, more girlish way. “I want to see this paragon,” says Miranda. “Are you bringing her home tonight?” “I don’t know,” says Tommy, “but that reminds me. No messing around tonight while I’m gone.” She tosses her head, looking annoyed, like he just destroyed all her plans.
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