Page 4 of Sweet Spot

Chuck and George walked over to join me as we watched the three of them stroll down the sidewalk to the parking structure.

"That man should be walking down a runway, not the city sidewalk," Chuck practically hummed his words. He nudged me with his elbow. "What did you think? And you know he's filthy rich. He and three friends own the Plaything company."

I turned toward Chuck with a raised brow. "Did you say Plaything? What the heck is Plaything?"

George and Chuck laughed, and Chuck felt the need to follow up with a hug. "We need to get you back out on the dating scene, Macy. You've been off the market and out of the civilized world too long." This week, on a somewhat slow morning, I'd spilled my entire humiliating wedding story to Chuck and George. In general, they were great listeners, and I'd found they were much easier to talk to than my friends and, most especially, my mom. I'd gotten so much unwanted advice and analysis from my friends and family that it had made the entire fiasco that much harder to swallow. But Chuck and George had no preachy advice to offer.

"Plaything is a fairly new company, but it's already worth a cool billion, or at least that's what the rumors say," George continued. "It's a monthly subscription service. You sign up and each month a creatively packaged box of sensual items shows up at your door."

"Ah, well, I suppose I should have guessed." I held up the fifty dollar bill. "And that explains the extra big tip."

"Whooee," George crowed, "I guess Chase had an extra good lunch break up in that penthouse of his."

"Chase? Of course. It fits." I peered up at the high rise apartments adjacent to the plaza. "Do you think that top window is his?"

"Far as we can tell," Chuck said.

I glanced out toward the sidewalk. My last three customers of the day had disappeared around the corner. "He's nice to look at, I'll give you that. But he is not my type. Besides, I've had rich, and frankly, I'm just not that impressed."

"Sweetie," Chuck said, "how's that possible? That man is everyone's type."

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