So, that’s how my ex-roommate and possibly future boyfriend—fingers crossed—wound up living down the street from me, working with me, and, to a degree, working for me. It’s certainly how we wound up in bed together most every day, either in the dorm or at Doug’s place. But it wasn’t until he was settled in that I filled him in on MGP. I mean, I wanted to make sure we were, you know, okay together.
We were in bed, the one in the dorm, a week into his moving back. All was going well. Todd never once screwed up a coffee order at the shop. I should’ve been so lucky. “So, here’s what we’re looking for,” I told him, eager for him to start on all this. “One, what did MGP research? Two, what was the senator’s involvement beyond landing the funds to get it off the ground? Three, why was it seeming
