"You were funny in the morgue today." Sharon states matter-of-factly and gazes at me trying to focus without her glasses on. She is adorable like this.

"Me? You were the funny one, Sharon."

"Andy! You are the one always going on and on and on about Mike's TV show."

"It's not Mike's show!" I exclaim – because it really isn't and everybody's always talking about it as if …

"See what I mean? Darling, one would almost think you were jealous!"

"But it's not…"

"I know it isn't Mike's show, Andy."

I don't particularly like it when she uses that tone of voice with me.

"Would you like me to pull some strings so Taylor recommends you the next time a consultancy offer comes along?"

Jesus, woman! Enough with the teasing!

"You know what, Sharon, why don't you that! And besides, you were the one who really was funny today. I mean, I do love hearing you tell me that your divorce is final and that you are free now. In fact, I can't hear that particular bit of news often enough. But launching into that rather detailed explanation today?"

Knowing she is free of Jack, well that's something I can't hear often enough! It always makes me smile. Her joy at finally being able to adopt Rusty mixed with the joy about what that freedom means otherwise. How could I not smile at that?

"Sharon, you really were funny in the morgue today."

She narrows her eyes at me: "Gosh, Andy, now that is one hell of a pick-up line!"

"You were. You were talking to me like I was a complete stranger."

"A complete stranger wouldn't have asked me about that phonecall."

I do love her analytical mind, but sometimes it's just a little too much. "Probably not, but I still found your detailed explanation of your marital status rather endearing."

"Andy, you do realise that was for Morales' benefit? It's not like anyone knows we're basically living together."

"I like basically living together with you," I lean in to kiss her. She tastes like toothpaste.

"Provenza keeps nagging me about you, but I've been good. All I've admitted to are dinners between friends."

"Well, we are friends, aren't we?" Again with that brilliant logic of hers.

"With benefits."

"No, don't say it like that, Andy! That sounds…cheap."

"It's not meant to be, sweetheart. We are friends, and we are lovers."

"Good, then you can stop talking. I'm lying in bed with you half naked, and I need my lover now, not my friend!"