“So did mine,” she reminds me. “But I couldn’t do what she’s doing. It takes a special kind of woman to do a job like that.”
“True,” I reply. “But there are so many different ways for a woman to be special.”
I take her hand and bring it to my lips. She smiles knowingly at me.
“Do you think my ego is so fragile that I’d begrudge another woman a compliment?” she asks with a wink.
“Um… there’s only one right answer here, right?”
She laughs and slaps my hand away just as Adrik enters the living room.
“Hey, boss,” he says as nods to me. “Ms. Kovalyov.”
Instantly, Esme’s lips screw up with distaste. “Seriously, Adrik,” she admonishes, “I’ve asked you to drop the ‘Miss’ a hundred times.”
“Well, drop it,” she snaps.
“Ma’am?” she repeats in horror. “I changed my mind. I think I preferred ‘
