I thought the guy standing in front of me was going to have a stroke. “Here’s my number. If he wants to talk, he can call me.” I slammed and loc...ed the door.Five minutes later my phone rang. I started talking as soon as I answered. “Just so you know, I’m recording this conversation. I don’t want any negative tweets tomorrow.”He was stunned into silence for a minute. I don’t think many people in his life talked to him like I did. Then he started his routine, it was a gesture of goodwill between. By the time I reached the inner row of watches I could see what it was that had drawn them so inexorably. It — he, I should say, for the masculinity flared from his body like a firestorm from the surface of the sun — was a mime, a man dressed quite simply in a black dancers body suit and with only the barest suggestion of the white facial makeup that creates the mime’s artificial pallor. I will never forget that first glimpse of Paul, even though my mind is now like a photo album replete with. It was odd; his men didn't talk much when they came to the house."I woulda had more but Bobby here ate the last piece." That sure was good pie, boss. Too bad you didn't get any." Bobby replied."Sure would be good to have pies like this every night, boss." The Texas drawl was as thick as honey.The men went on with their praise while Logan just grinned. He wondered what they'd think if he told them about Emma and his proposal, but decided to wait for now. Ready for his meal, he filled a coffee. The Captain turned and left with Helen following close behind.I was a little surprised, so I had Lori go to my room and wait from me. I let her cool her heels for a bit, while I considered things.When I went to my room, Lori, was in tears. I asked her what happened. She said, “I opposed his will. I did not want him trading me like this. I know better but I had just received bad news about a job request. That does not excuse my conduct. I went ballistic. I don’t know what got into me! I love him.