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stopped short of making any wild juvenile declarations. Extra points to him, although it made her wonder where exactly he did stand.  There were times she was rock-solid certain of his feelings, and then there were times she second-guessed herself.
     
    You must have a spreadsheet of us all? she asked.
     
    Don’t need a spreadsheet for three people.  And one of them hardly leaves her restaurant, he wrote.
     
    What about Mack and his sister?  What about all the wee-otches?  What about Caeco?
     
    If he was being bold, so would she.  She knew for a fact that he was, at the very least, friends with that Ryanne witch, who she didn’t like one bit.
     
    All here at C A.  No need to keep an eye on them.  And I never track the wee-otches unless they’re up to something.
     
    Aren’t they always up to something? Like trying to get you to be their baby daddy.
     
    True.  Its kinda wee-otch code to be up to no good, he replied.  So whatcha doing up there?
     
    Thought he’d turn the tables, did he?
     
    D–corp biz, she typed back.
     
    Oh good.  I thought it might have to do with that dude that got mauled to death by some big ass carnivore.  Silly me.  I pictured you investigating and tracking down a wayward WW.  I wanted to make sure you knew you had backup if you needed it or if you needed any computers hacked, he wrote.  
     
    Made the news did it?   She was stalling while she thought about his message.  He was too damned sharp for his own good sometimes.
     
    It’s being labeled as a bear attack, which are really rare, so it popped up on a news collection site I frequent.  You will let me know if you need anything, right?  That’s what friends do.  Seems a friend of mine told me that this past summer.
     
    Was your friend hot? she asked.
     
    Like the sun.  Don’t think I didn’t notice what you did right there.  Counting on my baser instincts, aren’t you?  You will let me know if you need any help, right?
     
    Boys are so easy to distract.   You haven’t even asked what I’m wearing.
     
    Still not answering the question, he wrote back.  Then she could see that he was typing again, so she waited.  What are you wearing?
     
    Bingo.  Male libido strikes again.  Such simple beasts, boys and men.
     
    Flannel and tactical pants with desert combat boots.
     
    Mmmmm.  Sexy.
     
    Despite herself, she laughed out loud.  Then she took a quick selfie, lying on the bed pretending to be a model, and sent it.
     
    Powerful stuff.  New cover of Sports Illustrated kind of photo.  Hey, did you ever make up your mind on SI’s offer?
     
    Yep, he was thoroughly off topic now.  Which was what she wanted.  She was warmed by his offer of help, but this was her mission—her chance to get away from corporate headquarters and all the baby and pregnancy foolishness that seemed to never stop.  Suddenly, for the first time all day, she found herself thinking of the other him, the other male in her life, and that was a bit of a shock.  For the better part of three years, she’d thought of one guy all the time.  Now it was five p.m. and she was only now thinking of that guy, and it was in passing, at that.  And that one was probably fussing over Miss Preggers.  Gag and yack.  Whereas the young man on the other end of the texts had crossed her mind several times today.  She wasn’t at all certain how she felt about that.
     
    Well?
     
    Oops. Took too long.
     
    Still contemplating it.  It would make things like this even harder than they already are.
     
    That the reason for the scar on your cheek and the funny color of your eyes?  It’s your trademark hair you have to do something about, he wrote.
     
    She took a picture of the brunette wig on its stand and sent it.
     
    Oh.  Got it.  Makes sense, but really Stacia, anyone could see through that.  Half the guys here at Arcane wouldn’t be fooled.  Of course, they spend hours drooling over your posters.  Hey, re-braid the ponytail so it