The week goes by quickly, and the next thing I know, it’s Friday. I know that Zach has planned a guys’ night since he knows about my girls’ night.

Anita, Lindsey and I walk into the restaurant, looking forward to this evening. We're seated and our drinks are ordered and the waiter walks away.

"I'm glad we have a guy instead of a girl waiting on us. I need something nice to look at while I eat." Lindsey looks after our waiter with a smile on her face.

"Don't you have a husband at home?" I ask.

"I do. But it's always nice to look at some fresh candy.” She sighs.

"I'm with you there," Anita says. They exchange a high-five.

I shake my head.

"With the eye-candy you have at home, I can understand why you don't look at any men. Yours is yummy! But I need you to explain to me how you were left at the altar on Saturday by one guy and married to your best friend by Monday night. Explain, please," Anita asks, and they both lean toward me, expecting an answer. The waiter arrives, saving me a few precious minutes to get my answer together while we're ordering dinner.

He walks away to put in our order, and they give me their full attention once again. "We're waiting."

“You were at the wedding, so you know that part already.” I explain the time from after the reception until now. It doesn't sound as bad as I thought it would, putting it into words. I'm glad they made me explain. It put things into perspective for me.

"So all you felt was relief?" Anita questions.

I nod. "I felt ashamed for feeling that for a short time, but I got to thinking that if I felt relieved, then he did us both a favor. I haven't spoken to him since the day before the wedding. He didn't answer any of my calls, and when I sent his things to his mother's house, he didn’t respond to that either."

"What I'm hearing is that even though you're happy that he walked out on you, you still need closure?" Lindsey says.

I consider what she’s just said, and it's true. "I do need closure. Thanks. Hopefully I'll get it one day."

"I still think you got the better man," Anita says. "I mean, Mark was handsome, but Zach…" She licks her lips. "Zach is hot. He makes Mark look like an amateur."

"I know I got the better man. This is between us three only, right?"

"Right," Lindsey says.

"Definitely." Anita adds, "You’re one of my two closest friends."

Our server brings over our food, and we spend the rest of dinner making small talk.

We picked a sappy love story for our movie tonight, and it does not disappoint. I love it, and I’m glad that I brought enough tissues for everyone, because both of them definitely forgot theirs.

We walk into the bar after the movie, and it's crowded. I volunteer to get our first round while Anita and Lindsey find us a table. I approach the bar and wave down the bartender, giving him our order. I see a group of women to the left of me, out of the corner of my eye. A blonde is talking, and I can't help hearing what she's saying.

"My new boss is hot! He's married, but he's going to be mine."

"Aren't you scared that you'll lose your job trying to snag a man?" one of the other women asks.

"Not at all. I'm going to slide in under the radar. He won't know what’s happened to him. Not only is he the boss, he's rich in his own right. I Googled him, and his parents are loaded. He will definitely be mine," she brags.

"I hope you're right," one of the other girls says.

"I am. Just you wait and see."

The bartender hands me our drinks, and I pay for them. I carry them back to the table and set them in front of the girls before taking a sip of mine. I tell them about what I heard at the bar. "Should I say something to Zach? I know that he has a new intern, but I don't know if it's a girl or a guy." I run my hand through my hair.

Lindsey puts her drink down. "Warn him just in case. He may not be paying attention to the intern, and it may be a female. If it's her, he needs to be warned to keep an eye out. If not, no harm, no foul."

Anita nods in agreement.

"Okay. I'll tell him."

We spend the rest of the evening dancing and drinking, and all of us end up taking a cab home.

I walk inside and kick off my shoes, and the stench of cigars assaults my senses. I walk around the corner to see Zach and three guys he works with playing poker. He looks up and sees me.

"Hi, sweetie. Just walk in?"

I nod as he leaves his seat. I meet him and get up on my tiptoes, giving him a kiss. I greet the other guys at the table before saying goodnight and going up to bed.

We wake up on Saturday morning and take an Uber to get my car. Then we stop by the Greek restaurant for an early lunch. After our food arrives, I remember what happened last night and relay the conversation to Zach.

“I just want you to be aware of what’s happening if that was your intern. Is your intern female?”

“She is. She’s cool, though. She won’t try anything like that. I’m sure it’s not the woman you’re talking about.”

“Please be on the lookout, for my sake. I don’t want to have to cut someone because they’re trying to take my husband.” I put my fork down on my plate.

“You don’t have to worry about me—no one has been able to take me away from you all this time, and they won’t start now. Especially now that my ring is on your finger.” He picks up my hand, his fingers twirling my rings.

“I’m just warning you, because she described your situation. It was a little close to home.” I look down at my hand, watching him play with my ring.

“What situation?”

“She said that he’s the boss, but he’s also rich in his own right. She Googled her boss, and his parents are rich, It might not be you, but I just want you to be careful.” I tell him.

“Did she at least say the boss was handsome?” he jokes.

“She said he was hot. It all describes you to a tee. I’m trying not to be worried, but it does kind of scare me.” I look down at my plate.

“Sweetie, you have nothing to worry about. I’m yours and only yours. Out of curiosity, what did this woman look like?”

“She has blonde hair and wide eyes. That’s all I can really remember. It was dim and hazy in the bar last night, so I couldn't see much."

"My intern is blonde too. I will keep a lookout, but I'm sure it's not her." He continues to twirl my rings.

"That's all I can ask. Thanks."

The next few weeks go by quickly. I haven't seen my husband in about two weeks, since he’s started the project, so I decide to surprise him and take lunch to him at work. I stop by the Greek restaurant he likes so much and pick up his favorite meal there. I walk into his office, and his head is down, studying some plans, with a guy standing on either side of him. I knock on the wall, and they all look up.

"Hi, sweetie. I missed you. Bring me lunch?" He stands up, and the other two guys excuse themselves.

"I did. I brought your favorite meal from your favorite place. Do you have about thirty minutes to hang out with your wife?" I take the food over to the table and have a seat on the couch, then pull the food out.

He closes the door to the office and takes the seat beside me. "I have as long as you need." He leans toward me and kisses me. "Man, I've missed you. We really need some time together."

"Mmm." I pull back. "Not at the office. It's Friday. I'll make sure I stay up and wait for you tonight, and we can have a little fun."

"Sounds like a date."

He places his lips on mine again. His tongue swipes across the seam of my mouth, and I open it, allowing him entrance. He immediately deepens the kiss, our tongues exploring, swirling and dipping. He lays me down on the couch, positioning me under him, and we continue to devour each other. My fingers are running through his hair, pulling his lips impossibly closer to mine. I feel his hand sliding up my leg, and my arms go around his neck.

"Oops. Excuse me," I hear a voice say.

Zach slowly lifts his lips from mine and turns toward the offending voice. "What part of ‘if the door is closed, knock’ don’t you understand?"

"I'm sorry. It's just that I need the paperwork out of my drawer, and I didn't think about it."

I look toward the offending voice, and it's the girl from the bar. Zach lifts himself up and pulls me with him. He straightens my shirt and skirt, then straightens himself up.

"It's okay. Get what you need and give us a little privacy, please. This is my wife, Rigby." He motions to me, "Rigby, this is my intern, Catherine."

"Nice to meet you," I say.

"Nice to meet you too." She turns back to Zach, who has a frown on his face. "I'll get my things and leave you two alone. Again, I'm sorry. Don't forget about our afternoon meeting. It's in thirty minutes." She picks up some papers out of Zach's drawer, and walks out of the room.

"Close the door!" Zach yells.

She steps back inside and closes the door behind her.

***Zach

"That's her!" Rigs says as soon as the door clicks shut.

"Who?"

"The girl at the bar I was telling you about." She presses her lips together as she leans forward and finishes pulling out our food, then hands me a fork.

"I thought you said you couldn't see her face." I frown.

"Just because it was dim and I couldn't see the color of her eyes doesn't mean that I don't remember her face," she insists.

"Okay, if you say so," I acquiesce.

"Don't just say that to make me feel better. You need to take me seriously." She stabs her food with her fork, then sits the whole thing back on her plate. She’s very serious about this.

I lean forward and kiss her. "Sweetie, I always take you seriously. I'll definitely watch out for her."

She relaxes and takes a bite of her food. We spend the next twenty minutes eating and trying to catch up. I do miss my wife.

She leaves me with a kiss and a promise that she will wait up for me tonight.

I walk into the conference room, and the guys are there, but the three women haven't made it yet.

"I see your wife was in your office. Do we need to go air out the room?" Derrick hints.

"Or do we need to clean the couch? Are there any stains on it?" Enrique says. All the guys in the room start chuckling.

I roll my eyes. "What happens between my wife and me is our business, and you guys are disgusting."

"So that must be a yes," someone in the room says. I can't help but smile. Pretty soon we're all laughing.

"Man, not to be disrespectful, but your wife is hot! If she came to visit me, all the windows in my office would be steamed up and I would keep a carpet cleaner for my couch," Derrick jokes.

"And the carpet. No part of my office would be untouched," Enrique adds.

"Okay, guys. Enough about my wife. We need to get to work. Where's the rest of the team?"

"They went to the copy room to get extra copies of the reports. They should be back shortly." Derrick shuffles the papers in his hands. "But for real, if my wife looked as hot as yours, I would never work late."

I’m about to answer him when the ladies walk through the door. "Good. Hand out those papers and let’s get to work.”

It's almost two a.m. when I walk through the door. Since tomorrow is Saturday, I kind of hope that my wife is awake. On the other hand, I'm so tired that I don't think I can do what she and I want tonight. We'll see. I lock the door behind me and step on one of her shoes. I kick it to the side, and set my briefcase on the couch before going upstairs. I quietly tiptoe into our bedroom, and she's out cold. We're going in late tomorrow morning—this morning. I'll wake her up early and we can have a little fun. I kick another pair of high-heeled shoes to the side and strip down, getting into bed with my wife. I pull her to me and lay my head on her chest, falling asleep.