Entering the office after Piper left, Naomi turned to face Ford with her arms crossed defensively. “She’s pretty, Ford, and your type. Brunette, fit, huge rack. Anything going on between you I should know about?”
“That would be none of your business,” he grumbled as he sat on the edge of his desk..
“I’m just joking. You know we used to do that. Listen, even if there is, it wouldn't be so bad seeing you be yourself again. The girls like her and I’ve talked to her several times on the phone. She seems nice enough. My dad can’t stop raving over her cooking.” Naomi smiled.
“Yeah. The old fart keeps popping over just about dinner time. What are you getting at?”
“Don’t be so defensive. That's not what I want to talk to you about, and I don’t want to fight.”
“Well, then get to it. I have t
