“You know, a good assistant would offer to scrub my back,” he said in that teasing tone that made my bones turn into Jell-O. “A great assistant would remind you that the sexual harassment laws in California are pretty severe.” He laughed. And it was a sincere laugh, full of warmth and magic. It made me realize that all the times he’d laughed on TV shows or in movies had been fake. Because it had never sounded like this. Something tugged on my heart. “I was right. You don’t ever give a guy a break.” “I sure do. Just ask One-F.”
