““You gotta find a life outside this office,” he threw out a hand then pinned his eyes on me. “You gotta find a man.” My back snapped straight. “Tack, really—” He didn’t miss my response. He just misinterpreted it. “Don’t go woman on me and tell me you don’t need a man to complete you. It’s bullshit. Woman looks like you, goddamn waste. But a woman who has the love you got to give, that’s not a waste. That’s a crying shame.” I closed my mouth because that was sweet. Then I opened it to remind him, “Uh, FYI, I can’t go woman on you since I am a woman, so going woman is redundant.””