“Thank you for asking,” Gerry said to the empty office. He flipped his desk calendar to Monday. “My weekend was absolutely thrilling.”
Nothing responded but the echo from the walls, and it wasn’t motivated enough to form words.
“You’re just jealous,” Gerry grumbled.
He pushed his chair away from the desk, cast a quick glance at the glass doors that separated the office from the hallway beyond, and verified that the space was (shock of all shocks) empty. With a smile Gerry set his heel on the corner of the desk, crossed his ankles, and snagged the novel he’d been slogging through from out of a desk drawer. “We meet again, Ms. Reggie Love,” he said with a smirk.
Gerry didn’t even get the book open before the phone rang. He didn’t get the handset picked up before the second line did the s
