Pescatore
Ok, dammit. Pescatore simply can't keep doing this to me. This must be at least the third handsome prospect he has scared off. Was it my imagination, or was Brad actually about to invite me out for drinks? It's probably just as well. He works with Alan and I can't even mention the Crane law office without Jimmy shuffling uncomfortably. I don't think he will ever forgive Alan. I guess I don't blame him. I would have to be very discreet if I were to try to socialize with Brad, which . . . might make it more exciting . . . but truthfully, Brad kind of reminds me of that frat guy from college that I keep trying to forget about, but on the other hand, something about his cerulean blue eyes make my biological clock say that now would be the perfect time to have his children.
Anyway, I wonder what business he wanted to talk about. Perhaps he'll stop by again.