Becky laughed again and then sobered. “Yeah, but he wasn’t your boss.”

“No,” she said, “but he was a stranger in a bar. We started drinking tequila shots and then he took me upstairs to his room for a night of incredibly hot sex. He left before I woke. He had a plane to catch, but he left me a note and asked me to call him. We still didn’t know each other’s names, we had these nicknames. He called me Blue, and I called him Irish.”

“And you obviously called ...