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in his life right now.”
    Her mood brightened due to Tamara’s happiness. They sat on the couch and watched reruns of Firefly on the sci-fi channel while finishing off the tub of ice cream.
    Her eyelids became heavy from a night of no sleep. She stood up. “I’m going home.”
    “You can crash here,” Tamara offered.
    Her phone blasted some rock song before Carrie could respond. Her friend grabbed it from the end table and looked at her. “Just wait.” She went to the kitchen to talk then stuck her head back out and whispered, “It’s Frey.”
    Her stomach twisted. Why was her date calling Tamara and how’d he get her number?
    “Would you like to talk to her?” Tamara asked him.
    When Tamara went back into the kitchen, she assumed the answer was no. Great! Now my one-night stand is trying to make a date with my best friend. Maybe he believed Earth girls really were easy. She went to the kitchen to say goodbye to Tamara, but saw her best friend writing on the notepad on her fridge. She swallowed the lump in her throat. They weren’t even going behind her back; they were planning a date right in front of her.
    Her phone. That must have been how he found Tamara’s number. And she had talked up her best friend so much to him, too.
    After grabbing her purse from the living room, she rushed toward the door.
    Tamara stepped in front of her. “Oh no, you don’t. You’re not walking out on me like you did to Frey.”
    “I won’t stand around while you arrange a date with my one-night stand.” Tears formed, but her anger held them in.
    “Oh, Care, I’m sorry that Peter stole so much of your self-confidence that you’d think I would even consider dating someone you’d been with.” She wrapped her arms around her. “I would never do that to you.”
    Carrie wanted to hide under a rock. Had she really said that to her best friend? “I’m so sorry. I was just so disappointed with the way my date ended.” No excuse would make up for her accusation.
    “Yeah, well Frey was, too. He expected you to be there when he woke up. That’s why he wouldn’t talk to you; he was afraid you’d hang up on him. He didn’t know what he’d done wrong.”
    She took a step back. Had she misinterpreted everything?
    Tamara handed her a piece of paper. “He wants you to stop by his house. You have to go there anyway since he has your phone.”
    She should make things right with Tamara, but exhaustion overwhelmed her. Too tired to deal with anyone, she wanted to get home to bed before she said something else she’d regret. “What does he want?”
    “Besides to give you your phone back? He wants to talk. I get the feeling he was looking for more than a one-night stand, too.”

 
     
     
Chapter Twelve
     
     
    Under his human image, Frey had more confidence yet he could not stop himself from pacing in front of his window. Would Carrie show up and if she did, would she just take her phone and leave him again?
    He took a glance around his small bungalow. Her phone sat on the counter dividing his living room from the kitchen. It would give him a chance to invite her in. Nothing else seemed out of place, but he took a quick trip through the house to make sure; sitting still proved impossible.
    When he left the bathroom after wiping off the sink for the fifth time, he heard a car pull into his driveway. As she stepped out of her car, he decided to let her ring the doorbell before opening the door. He didn’t want to appear too anxious.
    “Hi.” His throat constricted. Her weak smile did nothing to hide her red, puffy eyes. He’d unintentionally caused her pain and now he needed to make everything better. He wanted to pull her into his arms and absorb all of her pain. Instead he waited for her response.
    She stared at her feet. “You have my phone?”
    Right to business . Well, he refused to let her go so easily this time. “Yes, come in while I get it for you.”
    He returned to the foyer with her phone and found her only a