Page 13 of Sing For Me

“I wonder what could be behind this improvement in your mood?” he asks in a fake, overly-curious voice. “What do you think it might be, Hannie?”

“I don’t know, Quinn,” she responds. “You don’t think it could have something to do with that pretty lady sitting in his station?”

“You guys should really take this show of yours on the road,” I say flatly. “You’re hilarious.”

“Can’t really blame you,” Quinn says, slapping my back. “Chick is crazy hot.”

“You should definitely turn on the charm,” Hannie agrees. “You need to get laid, boss.”

“Will you both shut the hell up?” I finish with the transfer and turn to glare at them. “We don’t talk about clients that way in my shop.”

Neither of them looks the slightest bit abashed. “I’m just saying,” Hannie continues. “This dry spell of yours is reaching legendary proportions. You’re a good-looking guy. You have more money than God—”

“Hannah,” I warn.

She holds up her hands. “Just haven’t seen you smile like that in a while, that’s all. It looks good on you. You should see what you can do about smiling like that some more.”

“Thanks for the unsolicited advice.” I head back to the hallway, fully aware that I’mstillsmiling, even after all that.

I might be in some trouble here.