That day, I had one of the best days that I'd ever had at work. I finished one project, knocked off a small pop-up task, and thought about my night with the foxy brunette.

As I stood outside of my office, waiting on the sidewalk, I called Bev's number. It went straight to voicemail. I left a message.

"Hey," I said to the recording, "call me when you get this."

I thought about saying that I was sorry. I probably wasn't - especially since it had ended up sending me into another woman's arms. I still didn't know what I had done to piss her off - but I sure...