Page 72 of Man Flu

Logan’s face brightens with a blush, which I’m sure matches my own complexion. “Wow,” he mutters under his breath. “So, this whole—you’re my boss, thing—what do we do about that?”

“Frankly, Logan, I don’t give a fluck.” His eyes widen in response to my statement. “I was wondering why you came in dressed all cute and sexy today.” I might have put a little effort into my outfit. However, I also somewhat expected Logan to avoid my presence.

The door to my office flies open. “Oh my Blahniks, I’m so sorry I’m late.” Brielle puts her coffee cup down on the edge of my desk and tears her coat off. “It was a crazy morning, you have no idea.” The number of times I listen to her tell me how crazy her mornings and nights are, and she doesn’t have a pet, child, or spouse, makes me want to laugh sometimes, but I refrain like the adult I’m supposed to be.

“Morning after pill again?” I ask.

“Han-nah,” she hisses. “No.”

Logan scratches at his chin, obviously uncomfortable with where this conversation is likely going, but surprisingly, he turns toward the guest chair, moves my coat over the back side and takes the seat.

Brielle looks over at him with amusement, and she better not say a word. “No, so after we um … remember I told you about that guy, Fray, last week?”

The threesome. I completely forgot I gave her that amazing advice. “Of course, how could I have forgotten? How did it go?”

“Wow, so it was way better than I ever expected … like I highly suggest everyone try it at least once.” I instantly remember Logan knew what she was talking about last week because he emailed me to fill me in as she was asking my opinion. I’m not always a super good listener when it comes to Brielle’s stories, so he caught onto that quickly. He’s bright red, looking toward the wall, probably ready to burst into laughter. His eyes are even watering a little, which makes me want to laugh too.

“I’ll have to take that under advisement,” I tell her.

“So anyway, because I was so accepting of the ‘activity,’” she air-quotes, still under the impression that Logan is clueless, “Adam asked me to marry him this morning.”

Act surprised and excited, Hannah. You can do it! “Oh, no way! Let me see the ring!” Was that good? I’m a horrible actress. She’s known him six months, and he needed a threesome to figure out that he wanted to marry her? That’s not good. Not good at all, but if I tell Brielle my thoughts on the situation, she’ll just fly into his arms. She’s not one for listening to advice, except the threesome, of course.

She lifts her hand up and looks at her empty ring finger. “Oh, yeah, he doesn’t have one yet, but he said he’s been saving up for months, and he should have enough money soon to get me the one I want.”

“Oh, you guys have gone ring shopping? I didn’t know that.” I’m thinking she would have mentioned that at some point.

“No, but I told him what my dream ring is, and he wrote it down, along with my ring size, so hopefully, I’ll soon be a promised woman.” She does a little jig and circles around to what must be a tune in her own head. “I’m so excited. We’re thinking about a spring wedding.”

“Oh! Well, hopefully, he has the ring by then,” I say. Oops. Too sarcastic. She’s mad. She’ll get over it in like three-seconds, but I should have kept that to myself.

“Maybe another threesome will move things along with the ring a little faster. You know how men are,” Logan says.

Okay, now my mouth is hanging open. I can’t believe he just said that. She’s going to think I told him, when he just overheard her talking about it last week. “You told him?” She squawks at me.

“No, of course not,” I tell her while holding my glare on Logan who now knows he shouldn’t have said anything.

“Oh, I overheard you,” he says.

“Yeah, right. I was in here when I told her.”

“The walls are thin,” Logan argues.

Brielle looks over at Logan with flames in her eyes, and my heart pretty much just stops pumping blood. Please, don’t say anything. Please, please, please. “Okay, I have to get some work done today because we’re probably getting plowed with snow, and of course, we’re leaving first thing tomorrow, kids,” I announce.

“I’m older than you,” Logan reminds me.

“I know, I know. Just go work or something.”

“I have so much I could say to you right now,” Brielle tells him, narrowing her eyes.

“Baseball fan?” Logan asks. I’m kind of flattered he didn’t assume I ran to her, even though I did.

“I was when I was dating my last boyfriend.”

“Congratulations,” Logan replies. “And yes, it looks like a flat tire. Happy now?”

Brielle jerks her head back, and her mouth twists into an uncomfortable, sneering glower. “No, that’s terrible. I’m so sorry.”