“Thanks.” I smiled at her, stuck the note in my pocket and started whistling. I could feel her eyes on me as I walked away. And I couldn’t have cared less what she thought. I had the redhead’s number – finally!

When the office closed for the night, we had a impromptu party. Deidre brought a cake out of the fridge that I’d missed all day. She said she’d made it herself. It was amazing. She’d covered it with some thick green icing that was the green of grass and almost like candy, said it was called fondant. There were dogs, cats, birds, li...