Charlotte Sanguinite POV:
“You’re walking funny again,” Jazz observes, grinning as she empties the dishwasher. “I know what that means.”
The kitchen door opens, and Gina walks out with a tray of glasses. “So, I think things are going well with you and Robert?”
“I’d say they are,” Jazz laughs as I try to ignore their sly teasing. She called in again yesterday. You’re lucky. I’m such an accommodating manager. I take my employees’ love lives into consideration.”
“I’m glad you’re happy, Charlotte.” Gina sets down the tray and pats my shoulder, smiling at me. “Everyone needs a little love in their life.”
“And speaking of love, your boyfriend is here.” Jazz points out the window. “See?”
As I looked over to see Robert crossing the street, I heard Jazz whisper, “She doesn’t even deny he’s he
