Alex put his fork down. "Gordon & Knox? They're a competitor of ours. I don't know if I like that. Did you tell them you're married to me?"
"Of course not," she said. "And I don't use your last name, so they won't have any idea."
"Good," Alex said, taking another bite of steak. "I'm sure they'd love to know Alex Donovan's wife was working on their Web site. Those guys hate my guts, because I've taken so much business away from them. You haven't met Billy Morris, have you?"
"No, who's he?"
"My counterpart over there. Thirtyish, brilliant, great athlete -- he almost went pro as a tennis player -- all the girls love him."
Christie felt her stomach turn. She always knew Alex's ego was big, but lately it seemed to be getting bigger by the day. Comparing himself to a brilliant, handsome, ex-tennis player was almost too much. But his description of Billy Morris had piqued her interest.
"What's he look like?" she said.
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