The next day, as Angela was clearing her desk for the day, her phone rang. “I’ve been craving Sushi,” Griffin’s voice said in her ear. “Can you recommend a good restaurant?”

“Sure,” Angela said. “I’ll text you a few. There’s one right by your hotel.”

“Care to join me?” Griffin asked, his tone mischievous. “I hate eating alone. Of course, if you’d prefer eggs again, I’m up for it.”

"They were good eggs,” Angela flirted, remembering ...