bbing his fedora off the desk and placing it on his head. “It probably wouldn’t last long enough for you to dial my number anyway,” he mocked.
God, I hated that man.
Too bad he was my best friend.
“Hey, Talon’s down for a nap. I just wanted to see if you wanted me to order a piz—” Lucy’s words faded away as she stepped into my office. “What are you doing?” she asked warily.
I set my phone down on my desk and cleared my throat. “Nothing.”
She smirked and shook her head. “You were taking a selfie.”
“I was not,” I argued. “A pizza is fine. Just cheese on my half.”
“No, no, no, you cannot change the subject. Why are you taking selfies while dressed in a suit and tie?”
I straightened my tie and went back to my desk. “Well, if you have to know, I need a picture of myself to upload on this site.”
“What site? Are you joining Facebook?”
“No.”
“Then which site?” She giggled to herself. “Anything but Tinder and you’ll be okay.”
My jaw tightened, and she stopped laughing.
“Oh my God, you’re joining Tinder?!” she hollered.
“Say it a bit louder, Lucille. I’m not certain the neighbors heard you.”
“I’m sorry, I just…” She walked into my office and sat on the edge of my desk. “G.M. Russell is joining the world of Tinder…I knew it felt a little cold in the house.”
“Huh?”
“I mean, when I first met you, I figured you were the devil, which meant your home was hell, which means with it now being cold that—”
“Hell has finally frozen over. Clever, Lucille.”
She reached for my cell phone and started trying to unlock it. “Can I see your photos?”
“What? No.”
“Why not? You do know Tinder is like…a hookup site, right?”
“I’m fully aware of what Tinder is.”
Her cheeks reddened and she bit her bottom lip. “You’re trying to get laid, eh?”
“Professor Oliver is convinced my writing is suffering from the fact that I haven’t had sex in a while to loosen myself up. He thinks I’m uptight.”
“What?!” she gasped. “You?! Uptight?! No way!”
“Anyway, he’s one hundred percent wrong about the manuscript. It’s good.”
She rubbed her hands together, giddy. “Is it? Can I read it?”
I hesitated, and she rolled her eyes.
“I’m your biggest fan, remember? If I don’t love it, you’ll know Ollie was right. If I do love it, you’ll know you’re right.”