THE NEXT MORNING, I managed to eat a quick bowl of cereal before I got the call from Devotion demanding to know how my date went.
“So—was he nice? He seemed fantastic from what you said about his earlier call. Margaret has good taste; I bet he’s good-looking.”
“Yes. He was extremely nice. No. He was not good-looking. He was one of the most gorgeous men I’ve ever seen. He was the male version of you, Dev.”
She laughed. “How’d he kiss? Did he slip you a little tongue?”
“Um, no. Sweet kiss on the cheek. That’s it.”
“Oh.” She sounded really disappointed. She had no idea. “So, when are you going out again?”
“We’re not.”
“No chemistry?”
“Oh, there was chemistry, all right, at least on my part. He’s involved with someone already.”
“No! He’s seeing you on the side? What is your sister thi
