P A R T T W O

"Who do you think I am, Teddy? James Bond?"

"No, I think you're Jane Bond. Smart, bad ass, and Angelina Jolie would play you in a movie."

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S N I P P E T

I groaned, putting my face in my hands. "I hate you so much, Teddy. I hope you know that."

I couldn't see what was in front of me with my hands over my eyes, so I almost leapt when I felt a hand reach out across the desk and place itself on my shoulder. I lowered my hands to find Teddy watching me with a somber expression on his face.

"Hey," Teddy said, clearly not seeming to pick up on the fact that he startled the living daylights out of me. "You don't hate me. Don't say that, Marilyn, I really don't like that word."

I sighed, knowing that Teddy was right about that. I didn't hate him, even if I was just joking around about that. "I don't," I said, "so don't worry about it."