Anika laughed, but she waved him off. “My bestie is gay,” she whispered. “And TMI is his middle name. He tells me everything, and I do mean ev-er-y-thing.” Toby snorted. “Well, as sexy as he is, we’re not . . . holding onto moustaches, if you know what I mean.” He sighed. “He is my boss, after all.” She made a face. “You know what I say? To hell with the rules. If it’s good and you want it, go for it. You’re consenting adults, and life’s too short.” “It’s not that simple,” he grumbled. “I’m technically through an agency. If they found out . . .” “Who’s gonna tell them?”
