“I need a minute.” Natasha’s voice rings out and again, alerted to the fact she is still here and again, all I thought about was Sophie. This is becoming a bad habit lately. I have to admit that forgetting she exists is pretty bad form for me.

I take slow steady breaths to cool both the raise in my body temperature, and to calm down the boner in my pants. I have never had a full-on physical reaction like that, not since I was an adolescent, discovering I could get an erection, ...