"I know you've always been iffy about the BMW Mini being a mistress car. Thought I'd swap it out for you."

"Besides, my girlfriend cruising around in a BMW Mini? That's a bit cheap, don't you think?"

I grabbed his arm, needing confirmation. "You sure about this?"

"The only one not sure here is you, silly!"

I didn't quit. Only a knucklehead would've quit. My bonus checks as a project lead are so fat, I'm swimming in dough.

Before, when there were disagreements about project ideas, I'd play it cool and back down.

Now? I stick to my guns on creative ideas. Everything's done my way, and I'm cooking up new ideas daily. It's a real kick!

That's what you get for calling me Mrs. Black left and right.

Some of the design interns couldn't take the heat and ran to Noah to tattle.

Noah just shrugged and said, "Duke it out with her. If you win, we'll go with your ideas!"

"But fair warning, I've never won an argument with her."

What can you do? The clients love my proposals, and Noah doesn't dare say boo.

Happy's been putting on the pounds since he got fixed, but his temper's sweeter than ever.

Noah, rubbing his son's belly, mused, "Happy, bet you never dreamed you'd end up neutered by her when you were chowing down on her sausage three years ago, huh?"

I let my fingers dance across Noah's lower belly. "What were you thinking the first time you saw me feeding Happy?"

Noah flipped me over, pinning down my wandering hand. "I was thinking I really liked you."

I couldn't help but gloat!

"I meant the cat."