At the staff meeting, Micah only half-listened as Mr. Patterson reviewed the projects that needed to be completed by the end of the year. Instead he focused on Brady—was that a smirk playing around the edges of his coworker’s mouth? Did it have anything to do with the box of condoms sitting in the bottom of Micah’s drawer?
Two hours later, Micah followed Jonathan to the small kitchenette, which was hidden from view of the reception area and Shelley’s desk by partition formed from sleek black filing cabinets. As Jonathan refilled his coffee mug, Micah leaned against the small sink counter and sighed. “Who’d you get for secret Santa?” he asked his friend.
Jonathan gave him a sideways glance that spoke volumes. “If I tell you and Shelley overhears, I’ll never hear the end of it.”
“She won’
