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shot, he gave in and opened himself to the prospect of love from someone else.
    He and Heidi had been inseparable for months.
    “I’m so excited,” Heidi said, jumping up and down.
    “Is he moving to your place or are you moving to his place?”
    “He’s moving into my house,” Heidi said. “His place is so … bachelor.” She wrinkled her nose. “I promised to get rid of all the flowered wallpaper.”
    “This is very exciting,” Mandy said. “We should get together and celebrate when we can.”
    “What are you doing tonight?”
    Mandy stilled. “I … um … tonight?”
    “I want to celebrate,” Heidi said, her face bordering on pathetic as she flashed her best “puppy dog” look in Mandy’s direction. “We can go on a double date. Clint loves hanging out with James.”
    Unfortunately for Clint, James didn’t feel the same way. While he was less suspicious of the man now that he wasn’t shadowing Mandy at every turn, James still didn’t want to hang out with him. Thankfully, Mandy had another excuse at the ready.
    “I can’t go tonight,” Mandy said. “I’m taking a cooking class, and tonight is the first one.”
    Heidi made a face, running a hand through her bouncy hair as she regarded her friend. “You’re taking a cooking class? Why?”
    Mandy shrugged. “Why not?”
    “Because you’re pretty,” Heidi replied, not missing a beat. “Pretty girls don’t have to cook.”
    “Thank you for the compliment, but that’s not true,” Mandy said.
    “What’s not true?” Judge MacIntosh, his eyes sparkling, walked into Mandy’s office. He was not only a kind and fair boss, but he was also a rampant gossip. He preferred hearing about all the courthouse hijinks from Mandy and Heidi than listening to his bench cohorts discuss politics and recent court decisions. He was a good judge, but he was a better gossiper.
    “Mandy is taking a cooking class,” Heidi said, rolling her eyes. “I told her that pretty girls don’t have to do that, but she doesn’t believe me.”
    MacIntosh grinned. “I see. I think that’s an … interesting viewpoint,” he said. “May I ask why you’re taking a cooking class?”
    Mandy shrugged, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “Don’t you think a wife is supposed to cook for her husband?”
    “The only thing my wife has ever cooked for me is half of a grapefruit every morning,” MacIntosh said.
    “You don’t cook grapefruit. Even I know that.”
    “You do in my house,” MacIntosh said. “Is Mr. Hardy requesting home-cooked meals?”
    “No,” Mandy said. “He says he’s fine with takeout every night. In fact, he seems annoyed that I’m taking the class.”
    “So, why are you taking it? Have you always wanted to learn how to cook?”
    Had she? Mandy wanted to believe that deep down she was a culinary goddess in the making. She wasn’t sure that was true, though. “It’s not like I want to be all fancy or anything,” she said, opting to ignore the question. “I just want to learn some basics.”
    “If I looked like you and my husband looked like James I would quit my job and live in bed,” Heidi said, smiling as Judge MacIntosh shifted uncomfortably. “I certainly wouldn’t be learning how to cook.”
    “Well, I’m not you,” Mandy said. “I’m really looking forward to the class. I think it’s going to be fun.”
    “I think you need to look up ‘fun’ on the Internet and readjust your thinking,” Heidi said. “A cooking class sounds boring.”
    Judge MacIntosh chuckled and patted Heidi’s shoulder. “You never cease to amuse me,” he said. “I think Mandy is entitled to her own choices, though. If she wants to take a cooking class, she should certainly be able to without everyone making fun of her.”
    “I wasn’t making fun of her,” Heidi countered. “I was … okay, I was making fun of her a little. I just don’t get it. She and James are sex on legs. Cooking should be the last thing on either of their