Page 173 of Clinically Bewitched
“You just told them they’re handsome.”
“They are handsome.”
“That’s not the point.”
“What is the point?”
“The point is—” I stopped. “I don’t know. But you can’t just... say things like that.”
“Why not?”
“Because they’re contractors. They’re here to work. Not to be... complimented on their appearance.”
She studied me for a moment, her expression shifting from confused to amused.
“Julien.” She slowly grinned. “Are you jealous?”
“I’m not jealous.”
“You’re absolutely jealous.”
“I’m not.”
“Your left eye is twitching.”
I touched my face.
Damn it!
“I’m not jealous,” I said again. “I’m just... concerned about maintaining professional boundaries.”
“Professional boundaries?”
“Yes.”
“With the contractors?”
“Yes.”
“Who are here to renovate our house?”
“Yes.”
“And who you hired because they’re the best in New Haven?”
“Yes.”
“And who happen to be very attractive?”
“That’s irrelevant.”
“Is it?”
“Yes.”
She smiled, stood on her toes, and kissed my cheek. “You’re adorable when you’re jealous.”
“I’m not.”
