He sighed internally. Why couldn’t the food and wine writer be a middle aged married man? Or even a middle aged married woman? Cassy was in her late...20s or early 30s, small with a slim body, and a somewhat exotic look. He bet she was hit on fairly often. Cassy watched Miles, trying to read him. No ring, and Todd said that Miles lived here. No sign of a wife around, plus he had spent the last night away from home. Girlfriend, probably, but Cassy didn’t see that as a problem. She wasn’t looking. “Now professor, your basic question, comment, complaint is that I have offered criticisms and no solutions. There is a reason for this. I needed you to show me all of the technical advantages that you have available to you. And then take the time to argue against them. If I had been standing in a classroom with whiteboards and graphic displays, you would have politely listened to everything I had to say. And then discounted all it.”“Why? Well, and this’ll hurt you, not me. I don’t have a piled. I felt breathless and weak. I had begun ovulation overnight, or would very shortly, and if stupidity and animal passions clouded my judgment badly enough, I could damn well find myself pregnant.Maybe Brad sensed this sudden realization in me, and the resulting panic, because he walked away, fists clenched at his sides, stiff-legged down the hall.I wanted to call him back, but I didn't.Brad had injured his knee against Springdale High School in the fourth quarter of last year's Homecoming game.. I started looking back to when this all started. It was about two weeks after his regular secretary had her baby. Now when Christy first started for Ron, I was real worried, she was just 21 and newly married. She was young, blonde, and very beautiful. But Ron never even flirted with her. I even asked her if he hit on her, but he didn't. But Christy's mother Ruth was filling in for her until after her maternity leave. This way Christy kept getting paid, and her job was not taken by someone.