Ryan
"Are you sure there's nothing going on between you and Rhea?"
I stopped mid-sentence and looked across my desk.
Marco sat comfortably in the chair opposite me, looking far too entertained with himself.
This was the third time he'd asked me that question? Maybe the fourth.
"If you want, I'll get a microphone and announce it to the entire clubhouse."
Marco snorted. "You can't fool me. I know the look on your face."
I leaned back in my chair. "And when exactly did you become a fortune teller?"
He grinned. "I'm serious."
"So am I. You walk into my office, see a messy room, Rhea looking like she wanted to throw another object at my head, and suddenly you've written a whole love story."
Marco folded his arms. "You were standing awfully close."
"Because she was trying to assault m
