Page 917 of Deep Pockets


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“Hey, man,” I said with a Wright smile. “What’s going on?”

“It’s Matt,” he said in a rush.

“Right. Matt. What can I do for you?”

“I wanted to give you a high five, man,” Matt said, holding his hand up.

I gave him a blank look but high-fived him anyway. Why was this guy treating me like we were best friends when I was clearly his boss and didn’t know him at all?

“What for?”

“You have a really hot wife!” Matt said.

Heidi’s head snapped up at that. Her gaze settled on Matt, as if she could burn through his skull with laser beams from her eyes.

“I mean, they don’t make them like that around here, if you know what I mean.” He chuckled twice.

I was barely able to control the disgusted feeling that washed over me. Heidi was not.

I straightened up and stood a head taller than him. “You should remember who you’re speaking with. I won’t condone people degrading women in such a manner in my office.”

Matt stammered, “Uh, yeah, totally. Sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it. I thought it was a compliment.”

“That’s what concerns me.”

Matt opened his mouth and then closed it. “I, uh…”

“Don’t worry about it. Just try to be more respectful in the future.”

With that, I eased past Matt and straight to Heidi.

She glanced up from her work. “Can I help you?”

“Yes. As a matter of fact, I need to see you in my office.”

“Did I do something wrong?” she asked, tilting her head at me.

“On the contrary, I wanted to discuss Jim’s old job. I’ll be talking with everyone throughout the week, regarding the new position.”

“I see.” She stood slowly to her feet and stared up at me with part confusion and part fear in her eyes.

“After you.” I gestured for her to go ahead.

She took a deep breath and then walked right into my office. She didn’t look around once. She strode past all her male colleagues, ignoring their questioning stares. I snapped the door shut as soon as she was inside.

“That was…interesting,” Heidi muttered.

“More like outrageous.”

“Which part? Morgan or Miranda?”

“Yes,” I told her, striding to the desk.

She plopped down into the chair in front of my desk and warily looked at me. “I’m guessing I’m not here to discuss the new job.”

“Not exactly,” I admitted.

“I figured. So…Miranda is back. What does that mean? Are you back together?”

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