After Blaze’s show was over, she was walking past Greg’s office on her way out.
“Hey, Blaze!”
She stopped and looked in. “Blaze? I didn’t think you even knew my name!”
“We have to call a truce for a minute.”
She looked around the office. “Don’t you ever go home? You’re here night and day. When do you sleep, for God’s sake?”
“You’re interested in my sleeping habits? Why, Ms. Alexander, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were hitting on me.”
She smiled. “Oh, I’d like to hit on you, all right, but the kind I’m thinking of leaves bruises.”
“Ohhhhh!” He drew out the sound suggestively.
Blaze’s eyes rolled. “You make me sick, you pervert!”
“A truce, remember?”
“For what?” Blaze glanced down at her watch impatiently. “Make it quick, Bozo. I’ve got to get home.”
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