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“A castration.” She laughed.

I winced at her description, and she pressed her knees into mine. “Don’t stress over the details of the past. We’ve moved on. Things are fab now, remember?”

I nodded slowly. “You’re right.”

“And how are things going at work? You guys are together there every day. Is that affecting you at all?”

“Not really.” I sighed, thinking of all the effort he put in to make sure work didn’t get difficult between us. “He really gives me my space. I mean, sure, I see him, we pass each other constantly, sometimes we go out for lunch. But he doesn’t hover, if you know what I mean.”

“He gets what you need, and he gives it to you. That right there is the total package, my friend.”

“I can’t deny that.”

“And the international rollout—is everything still on track?”

I lifted the vodka off the bar and took a sip. “Hence this,” I said, wiggling the glass, shaking the ice before I set it down.

“Oh boy.” Her brows lifted. “Do I need to whip someone’s ass?”

“No, no, it’s all good, it