

He took me out to dinner. Just to say thanks for letting him stay with me after Fran kicked him out.
If I didn't know any better, I'd say the two of them are acting like an old married couple. Fight, fight, fight. Then it all blows over, only to start up again a few days later.
The only thing I know is that I'm staying out of the middle of those two's problems.
I'm already in the middle of a sticky situation.
This morning Hugo cornered me in the locker room at the gym. "Steve still giving you the heebie-jeebies?"
"What do you mean?"
"You told me he was following you around and sending you creepy notes."
"No," I said, trying to get past him. "Everything's great."
He stopped me. "Word around here is somebody sent you a bouquet of roses for Valentine's Day. Give me the dish!"
I finally worked myself around him. "It was just a client. It wasn't Steve."
He grabbed my arm. "I didn't say it was Steve." He looked me in the eye.
I pulled away. "Look," I said. "I'm not hiding anything. You know that Fran kicked Mike out?"
"Of course."
"I'm up to my ass in their troubles. I don't have time to get into any of my own."
"I just wanted to know if you've seen Steve," said Hugo. "Last time I talked to him, he was acting strange. I was just worried."
"I haven't seen him," I lied. "If I run into him, do you want me to ask him to call you?"
He gave me a look like he could see right trough me, shook his head and walked away.
He knows.
"You're just being paranoid," Steve told me at lunch. "He's been too busy with the shop to notice what's going on between us."
"What is going on between us?"
He shot me a dazzling smile. "Whatever you want it to be."
I leaned over to kiss him. He turned his head.
It was just like the other night.
We were in the limo on the way home from a night of wining and dining.
We sat sipping champagne.
I tried to kiss him.
He turned his head and looked at the driver, who was sneaking a peek at us in the rearview mirror.
Steve closed the curtains so we could have some privacy, turned up the stereo and unbuttoned his pants.



