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revolting, but she somehow managed to make sexy. The slightly out-of-focus expression in her eyes appeared sensual but was really myopic. “Maybe he needs an understanding woman to help him through his bad patch.”
    Oh, no. That was exactly what Mark didn’t need. “Sure,” Bron said brightly. “Great idea. And, penis size is vastly overrated, don’t you think?”
    The glasses clattered to the reception desk as Fi’s mouth fell open. “He’s only got a little willie?”
    “Shhh.” Bron glanced around the busy reception, but fortunately no one appeared to be listening. “Don’t tell anyone. I only wanted to warn you.”
    “Oh, right. Yeah. Thanks.” Fiona picked up her glasses and put them back on. “No wonder he makes love to his calculator. Those buttons are so nice and tiny.”
     
    “I’ll cook tonight,” Mark said as they headed home.
    “Why would you do that?” Bron asked. She was driving him home from the office as she’d been doing most days.
    “Because you shouldn’t have to do it every night. Besides, I’m a neater cook. Dishes won’t be such a marathon.”
    They stopped to shop and she immediately wandered to the display of fruit, like a magpie to shiny beads. He shook his head and called out, “Bron, I made a list.”
    She turned and laughed. “Mr. Efficient. Of course you did.” She had a habit of doing that. Laughing at him. He was used to taking life seriously and having other people take him seriously. But somehow when Bron laughed at him he could see that maybe he was a bit stuck on routines and systems.
    Still, it was efficient to have a list, and they could have been done in no time if she hadn’t insisted on wandering around and making an adventure out of a chore, making him sample some kind of dip she liked enough to buy, and showing him all the kinds of foods he wouldn’t find at home. He had to admit shopping, like everything else, was more fun with Bron around.
    When they got home, he reached for the grocery bags and handed her the lightest one, thinking this was a ritual like married people might share, only he suspected rituals would never become dull or routine with Bron. He was right. As they climbed the outside stairs, it seemed there was someone waiting for them. A man with an official-looking briefcase.
    “Bronwyn Spencer?” the man asked in a snotty tone that irked Mark immediately.
    “Oh, crikey, not again,” she muttered behind him. He made a motion to her with his hand, making a grocery sack swing.
    “Who wants to know?”
    “Ms. Spencer is three months overdue paying for her new fridge,” the man said in that same snooty tone. “And she seems to have changed addresses without informing her creditors.”
    Irritation surged through Mark. How dare this little pipsqueak talk to and about Bron this way? And how could she put herself in this position? He put down a grocery bag and reached for his wallet.
    “I’m Ms. Spencer’s accountant,” he said with impressive terseness. “If there’s been an oversight, we’ll correct it.” He pulled out a business card and his pen and carefully wrote his local number at Crane onto it. “You can reach me at this number, tomorrow.” The man opened his mouth to protest. “During business hours,” Mark said, and waited until the toad had scrambled back down the stairs before letting Bron and himself into the house.
    “Wow, thanks,” Bron said when they were inside with the door shut. “I can’t believe they tracked me down here.” She kept babbling as she hauled her one bag of groceries to the kitchen, then made a big production out of putting everything away.
    “Hold on a minute,” he said, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Are you in trouble?”
    She winced. “Not trouble, exactly. I’m not the most organized bookkeeper. I told you I’m hopeless.” She looked hot and embarrassed and uncomfortable. He kissed her nose.
    “I’ve saved huge companies from bankruptcy, Bron. I bet I can help you,