Rachael flashed him a toothy smile and handed the stapler to him.  “It’s stuck,” she said, frowning slightly.  “I can’t quite get it unstuck,” she pouted.<br/><br/>He was definitely her kind of guy.  Tall, muscular, very good looking with tons of confidence.  Pretty much everything her own husband was not.  Rachael looked back up at Andrew and stuck her small, slender hand out.  “By the way... Rachael Travers,” she introduced herself.