"So, let me get this straight," I said, staring at Duncan as he smiled ruefully. "You were in the supply closet with Melinda, working on a private project together?"
Duncan nodded, grinning at my euphemism. "Correct."
"Then someone," I said, cutting a sharp glance to Andrew, who was struggling to keep from smiling. "Asked Tabitha to get a stapler from said supply closet."
"Basically," Duncan said, taking a long drink from his beer.
"So, what happened? I didn't notice world war three in the office this week."
"Bobby caught Tabitha and told her to tell me to get my own stuff," Andrew said with a laugh.
"Man, you need to get your girl situation figured out," I said with a glare at Duncan. "What you're doing is majorly messed up."
Duncan waved me away. "Please. They both know that we'
