“I can imagine,” she said after a few minutes of silence, leaning slightly forward. “Sabrina was just telling me how involved you are. You’re such a dedicated man.” 

Scott nodded once, curtly. “Dedication is necessary.” 

“Still,” she continued, undeterred, “you should allow yourself to relax more. A man like you deserves some pampering. Don’t you think so, Sabrina?” 

Her gaze darted to me suddenly, and I froze mid-bite. 

“I—uh—yes, I suppose,” I ...