“So, you and Siobhan—?” Carol began.
Roger glared at her. “That’s an ugly rumor.”
“Brought on by the fact you’re her favorite lap dog and lunch companion.”
“God, not you too. It’s congratulations on a job well done. Isn’t that okay?”
“Sure, honey. Believe that all you want. All I know is she’s a woman, you’re a man—you’re damn cute and a snappy dresser. It’s amazing to find a guy with your fashion sense who’s not gay, know what I’m saying?”
“Thanks, Carol. You’ve boosted my ego way above the bar. Continue to hold my calls. My head is pounding and I’ve got a lot to do.”
“If Amber calls?”
“I died and left no forwarding address.”
“You better hope you don’t know that woman or she’s going to come for your balls.”
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