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sound of a woman’s voice made us both look up.
    Standing next to our table was Wendy Davenport, holding a cup of coffee to go.
    Good lord, her blonde helmet has expanded. How is that even possible?
    “Hi, Wendy.” I stood up and held out my hand. “It’s nice to see you again.” I tried not to stare at her hair, but it was seriously hard to look away. I was mesmerized.
    She accepted my hand, but just as she’d done when we’d met on the Today show set, she didn’t grasp it back. Instead, she just held hers there, limp, before we both let go. How is it possible for anyone not to realize how creepy that is?
    “Welcome to New York.” Despite the weak handshake, her smile was magnetic.
    “Thanks.”
    “I see you two are getting reacquainted,” she said to Scotty in a tone that I couldn’t help but notice was a bit…cold.
    “We missed you at the production meeting,” Scotty said in a voice that wasn’t cold but definitely wasn’t gushing with enthusiasm either. It made me wonder what was going on between them.
    She waved her hand in front of her. “Oh please, y’all don’t need me to take care of those pesky details.”
    “Of course not,” Scotty said. I wasn’t entirely sure, but I think he may have rolled his eyes.
    She looked back at me and flashed another bright smile. “So are you excited to join my show? It’s a smash hit, you know. Some are even calling it a sensation. We’re thrilled to have you on board.”
    I nodded and smiled too. “I’m really looking forward to it. Thanks so much for this opportunity, Wendy. I really appreciate it.”
    “Oh don’t thank me, thank your boyfriend here.” She gestured to Scotty. “If it were up to me , we would have gone with someone a bit more, shall we say, seasoned . No offense, of course.”
    Before I could respond, she turned on her heel and breezily headed toward the door. “Enjoy this lovely weather. See you at the office,” she said over her shoulder.
    I looked at Scotty. “Did that really just happen? How could she be so nice and…so mean at the same time? She was being nice and mean at the same time, right?”
    “Indeed she was.” He nodded.
    “How did she manage to do that?”
    He shrugged. “Maybe she’s more talented than I thought.”
    I turned my head toward the exit and watched Wendy cross the street. “And was I imagining it, or does she dislike you even more than she dislikes me?”
    “She dislikes us both, but you’re straight, so she probably dislikes you less.”
    My jaw dropped. “She doesn’t like you because you’re gay ?”
    He nodded.
    I reached over and squeezed his hand. “I’m sorry, Scotty.”
    “Oh don’t worry about me, my dear. I’ve got a thick hide. It’s not worth getting upset over.”
    I narrowed my eyes. “Are you sure? I get upset when anyone doesn’t like me.”
    He laughed. “Really, Waverly, it’s not a big deal. She’s probably going to be meaner to you than to me anyway—you have nicer skin than she does.”
    Great.
    • • •
    “I think it’s a brilliant idea. How did you come up with it?” Tad refilled my wine glass and set the bottle back in the ice bucket. It was a few evenings later, and we were on the roof deck of the posh building where Scotty and Tad, a sports agent, owned a spacious loft. They lived right by Madison Square Park in the Flatiron District, home to the famous building of the same name.
    I took a sip of my wine. “I got the idea from a reader awhile back, actually. I could never quite figure out what to do with it for the column , but I thought it could be a fun segment for TV.”
    “I love it for TV,” Scotty said as he sat down next to Tad. “Our viewers will love it too. In fact, if I weren’t producing Love, Wendy , I might be tempted to use it myself for the Today show.”
    I pointed at him. “Hey now, don’t go stealing my ideas. You’ve already made me paranoid enough about these horrible TV people.”
    He laughed. “They’re not all bad.