I stared across my desk as the silence in my office grew. Seconds ago, I'd finished telling Winnie the same story I'd told Louisa. However, instead of excited, Winnie appeared to be in a state of shock, staring at me with her mouth agape as if I had grown bunny ears and a tail.
Okay, that description was because of her 'sugar daddy' comments yesterday. The longer she looked at me, the more I felt like I should be dressed like a 1960's Playboy Bunny. However, for the record, “Yes, Mr. Sparrow" was still not in my vocabulary. He was not old enough to be my daddy—and ever calling him that was just gross.
“So now you know," I said, trying to sound lighthearted and carefree, “the other reason why I moved to Chicago."
I looked down at the clothes I was wearing, a professional yet stylish t
