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to do is call him.”
    “I will.”
    “I mean now.”
    “I’m reasonably sure he won’t appreciate a middle-of-the-night wake-up call.”
    “Every guy appreciate s a sexy surprise.”
    Then, faster than I could stop her, she jumped from the bed, grabbed my cell phone from its charger and the scrap paper with Ian’s number on it from my hand.
    “Stop!” I commanded.
    But it was too late.  She’d punch in the digits and the phone was already ringing on the other end.
    With a frustrated groan, I shoved Risa from the room and closed the door behind her.
     
    ***
     
    Don’t be nervous. Be sexy. Don’t be nervous. Be sexy.
    “Shit! ”
    The expletive – which was spat out in a tired-sounding masculine voice – startled me and cut off my internal chant.
    “Um, hello?” I said it in a tone that was definitely all nerves and no sexy whatsoever.
    “Shit!” he growled again.
    A crash and a thump that sounded distinctly like a person hitting the floor carried through the phone.
    I very nearly clicked the phone off, but an emphatic, three-word sentence stopped me.
    “Don’t hang up!”
    “Okay.”
    I waited for something more.  All I heard was a lot of shuffling and muffled cursing.
    “Hold on!” he called out. “You’re near my closet!”
    “What?”
    “I can’t find the damned phone. I’ve got you on speaker. Accidentally.”
    “Oh.”
    “ Is everything okay?” he asked.
    “I’m fine.”
    “You’re sure?”
    “Well. This wasn’t exactly the reception I was hoping for, but nothing’s wrong. Do I sound like something’s wrong?”
    “No. It’s just really late.”
    Shit, I thought. I’m not being sexy at all.
    “Ask me again,” I suggested.
    “Ask you what?”
    “Ask me if everything’s okay.”
    “What?”
    “Just ask,” I begged.
    “ All right. Is everything okay?”
    “Everything’s fine. Except… ” I dropped my voice. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
    “You can’t?”
    “No. That’s why I called. Because I can’t…” I trailed off, cleared my throat and asked, “Do you think you could find the phone? It feels funny doing this on speaker. Not intimate enough.”
    “ Not intimate enough for what?” he wondered out loud.
    “Never mind,” I muttered.
    “Are you really sure you’re okay?”
    “Maybe now’s a bad time,” I said.
    “ Could you just keep talking?” he asked. “The phone went flying through my room and landed somewhere mysterious. But if I can hear you, I can find you.”
    “Um. Okay. What should I say?”
    “Anything.”
    I went silent for a minute, thinking.  For some reason, Ridley came to mind immediately.
    “Polo, ” I called softly.
    He paused. “What?”
    “You know. You say Marco, I say Polo.”
    “Marco!”
    “Polo!”
    There was a bit more shuffling – this time it sounded like papers, and then his reply came, sounding a bit clearer. “Marco!”
    “Polo! ” I said back. “How messy is your room?”
    “Marco! I didn’t think it was that bad, but I guess I was wrong.”
    “Polo!
    “Marco?”
    “If you can’t find a phone, it’s gotta be bad.”
    “Actuall y, I’m a bit of a neat freak,” he admitted.
    “Really?”
    “Try not to sound so surprised. Dudes can be clean.”
    I seized the opportunity. “Unless chicks want them to be dirty.”
    I followed the statement with an unnaturally high giggle that didn’t stand a chance of passing for flirtatious.
    I groaned and smacked my self in the forehead. “I’m sorry. That was supposed to come out sexy, but it just didn’t. Can we do that one again too?”
    He covered a chuckle with a cough. “Sure.”
    “Okay. Go.”
    “Dudes can be clean.”
    I laughed again, but this time it didn’t sound forced at all. “I suck at being sexy.”
    “I think you could manage sexy just fine,” he told me.
    “Really?”
    “Totally.”
    “You know, this really isn’t how I pictur ed this conversation going,” I replied.
    “What were you picturing?”
    I took a