Pushing out his bottom lip in faux regret, Nick strides over to his wife and pulls her against his chest.  “I’m sorry, babe.  I know I’ve been working too much lately, but it’s hard to walk away when my work is literally right here.  But…,” Nick looks down at the phone in his hand and checks his calendar with a flick of his thumb, “I do have about seven minutes free right now and I’m happy to take a meeting with you upstairs if you know what I mean,” Nick whispers loudly into her ear as he pulls her tighter against him.

“Gross.  We’ve told you repeatedly we don’t like it when you make out in front of us,” their sixteen-year-old daughter Stella says dryly without looking up from her br...

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