“Dreams …” he said. “It doesn’t matter. She’s not interested in what I do here. The twins keep her busy. This Michael, he your boyfriend?”
I dug my nails into my skin, little half-moons. I tried not to squirm. “We kinda see each other.”
“Kinda see each other.” He chuckled. “Is that what they’re calling it now?” He eyed me closely.
“We – Michael and I – we don’t talk like this.”
He winked. “What we have is special then?”
Someone knocked on his office door, and his smile turned into a frown. “Here they come again, the needy ones.” He flicked his pen across his desk and stood up. “Don’t they see my office hours?” He leaned in closely and whispered, “I’m tempted to ignore her, but no doubt she’s heard us.”
He was right, it was a she. Another she I didn’t know. But I left his office wi
