Chapter 5

“I know!” Hans gushed. “He wants to meet up twice a week and maybe bring some friends to join the fun,from time to time. I’ve died and gone to paradise.”

“What’s Mr. Paradise’s name?”

“Lucky Prentiss. You should see this guy, Llew. My height, brown hair and gray eyes, a totally fuzzy bear. I’d say he was adorable if he wasn’t such a slut. Like me!” Hans giggled and I shook my head.

“I guess I’m happy for you?” I said as I now focused on cleaning the bathroom.

“You’d better be.” I heard him moving around in the background. “Did you at least have fun at the club on Friday night?”

“Like you care,” I said, wiping down the sink.

“Hey! I resent—”

“It was okay,” I quickly cut in, heading off a rant in the making.

“God. Tell me you got a phone number, or something, and you spent yesterday doing anything other than work.”

“Nope, can’t. Marc called me in to work with him on a project.”

“Well, that’s promising. Did you flirt a little? Say ‘yes.’”