She closed her eyes and let that gorgeous word wash over her. Incandescent. Who said things like that? Who used that kind of an adjective? Only a man like Jack. A man who loved the symphony, and who loved her ass. A man who was refined on the outside, and filthy on the inside. Her lips curved up in a naughty grin as she lingered on her dirty, sexy, sophisticated man. When she opened her eyes, she searched out the photo of the two of them, quickly reading the caption. Sob, sob. Looks like things are getting serious with the sex toy mogul and the shrink. They were spotted dancing outside Lincoln Center Saturday night. They look so happy together we want to cry. Don’t tell us you’re off the market, Jack!

She beamed in spite of being in the public eye once more. She beamed because Jack was right. She did look incandescent. Because she was looking at him. She didn’t see what everyone else saw. She didn’t see a sex toy mogul and a shrink. She saw a man and a woman, dancing, gazing, holding.

That’s what she saw.

Surely, that’s all anyone could see.

But her good mood from Jack’s letter didn’t last. Because there was a knock on her door later that afternoon, and Kana popped in.

“Hey. How’s it going?” Michelle asked.

“Great. May I sit down?”

She gestured to the couch. “Lie down and tell me about your mother,” she joked, and Kana laughed, but the laughter quickly faded.

“So, you’re seeing that guy you sent to me?”

“Whoa,” Michelle said, holding up her hands. “Does everyone read Page Six?”

Kana crinkled her brow. “Um. Yeah. I love that site. I’m addicted, like half of Manhattan,” she said, brushing her black hair away from her face. “Anyway, I just wanted to make sure he was never your patient. You said he was a friend the day you referred him to me.”

She shook her head. “He was never my client.”

“Good. Because you’re one of the best, and I just want to make sure you weren’t leaving yourself open to an ethics investigation.”

“No. God, no. I swear,” she said, and dropped her head in her hands in frustration. Then she lifted her head and met Kana’s gaze straight on. Her colleague was simply concerned, that was all. And Michelle owed her the facts, given that Kana was involved, in a way, now. “I met him the night before. I didn’t know he was scheduled to see me. We hit it off and as soon as we both realized he had an appointment, I marched him down to see you. I haven’t crossed any professional lines.”

“Good. I’m just looking out for you. Besides, I wouldn’t want to have to report you,” Kana said in a deadpan voice. But when Michelle stared at her without cracking a smile, Kana quickly added, “I’m kidding. I’m totally kidding,” then laughed to emphasize her point.