I was in a much better mood at work the following week.
“If I didn’t know any different, I’d say you got laid,” Corey commented as he worked on the books for Pete.
“Nope.” I put the pool cleaning tools away from my last job of the day.
“So it must be music-related then,” he replied.
I grinned as I walked over to my desk. “You got it. Met a guy in my building. New in town. He has the most awesome skills on the fiddle I’ve ever heard, anywhere. We hit it off, had an impromptu jam session. It was a riot.”
Corey chuckled as he typed away on the computer. “You sound like you want to have his babies already.”
I blushed. “Stop it. We connected because of the music, that’s all.”
“Sure it is.”
I ignored him and checked the messages. So I liked the guy. What of it? Can’t I appreciate another
