I sit in my car and stare out the window for a long time after I leave Hawk’s apartment. Thankfully I do not have a parking ticket. I laugh at the absurdity of thinking of that at a time like this. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me. I crossed a line and had sex with a colleague. Is he a colleague? My subordinate? I laugh again at the thought of Hawk being anyone’s subordinate. Either way, he should be off limits.

Impulsive, fun shit is for people without baggage. ...