After Mr. Sheer left, Denzel and I remained in the office together.
He moved over to his seat, and leaned back, staring at me. For some reason my throat constricted, and I felt nervous under his gaze.
“How are you?” He asks, and I gulp.
“I-I am great, thanks for asking.”
“You know, we kinda live together. And I don’t see you that much.”
“Yeah, I’ve been busy . . .”
“With what?” He joins his hands on top of his desk.
“Well, with my divorce.”
Denzel looked like I had told him I was pregnant with his baby. He leaned back in his chair and continued to stare at me.
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah,” I shrug, “why? Is that hard to believe?”
“Uh, yeah. Not too long ago you couldn’t dare cheat or do anything to hurt your loving husband.”
“Watch it,” I warn, and he raises both hands.
“Me want
