“You’re walking funny again,” Jazz observes, grinning as she empties the dishwasher. “I know what that means.”

The kitchen door opens, and Gina walks out with a tray of glasses. “So, I take it things are going well with you and Robert?”

“I’d say they are,” Jazz laughs as I try to ignore their sly teasing. “She called in again yesterday. You’re lucky I’m such an accommodating manager. I take my employees’ love lives into consideration.”

“I’m glad you’re happy, ...