It’s time, guys and dolls! Time to get carried away with A.M. Hartnett – don’t fight it. You know you want it.

Hello again, gorgeous. We met, what over a year ago? Ah, I remember that moment so fondly:

For a couple of hours she worked only on what couldn ’ t wait, then slipped her Dictaphone in one ear while she waited for Caroway ’ s summons. She had just begun to record a second round of minutes when tall, blond and gorgeous walked through the glass doors.

Jesus ever-loving Christ.

The man shifted...