. whatever,” she said.“I’d like that,” I answered as I pulled into the parking space and shut off the truck. “I need to stay loose before my...run on Sunday. I hope you’re okay with not running a race pace in the morning.”“No, that’s great. I ... uh ... just want to run a few of the kinks out of my legs, you know?”“Jacob’s really good at helping his running partners stretch out after a run,” Beca said with an evil glint in my direction.“If I hadn’t been so pissed yesterday, I’d have been a good. We have to guarantee maintenance and repair. It only takes two or three of them gaming the system to screw up my budget, let alone take up my people’s time from real work. Good riddance, and I pity the person who takes over. I think we are going to have a party over this.”“This isn’t quite the response I expected. I’m reluctant to ask for my next favor from you.”Lucy was still enjoying the moment. “Go ahead Sir, I’m feeling generous at the moment. Who knows what I’ll agree to.?“Ms. Golden, I. They may not do it up where you come from, but down here, a woman won't respect a man who backs down from another man trying to move in on her. You do what you think is right, but even if Bobby beats the crap out of you, at least fighting him will show her that you care enough to fight for her.I kept walking."You're right, Richard, women don't do that where I come from. A good woman doesn't give some cunt sniffing hound encouragement to get into a situation where her husband has to fight for. Perhaps he should have put on some pants instead. Well it can't be helped now, he thought.The receptionist looked up as he walked over to her. "Can I help you, Madam?" She asked brightly."Yes. I'm here to see my... husband, Simon Mitchell." Dan stumbled over the words. He still found it hard to describe someone as his husband.A look of realisation struck the blonde receptionist's face. "Oh, I'm sorry Mrs Mitchell. I didn't recognise you. Simon will probably be in his office. If you just go.