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bedroom.
    When I left the bookstore with not only her number, but also
a hard-on, there was no way Ligeia Everett would be out of my thoughts anytime
soon. First I had to tell her my real name. However, I wanted to do it somehow
clever. Get her interested. Lead to the next step.
    As I brainstormed different ideas as I ran, I shot them all
down. Stupid.
    Forget it. For someone who spent his free time writing
creative song lyrics, a simple email asking a woman out incapacitated me. Might
as well forget any clever game to play and just be straight about it.
    After I finished my run, I replied.
    Great to hear from you, Lily.
    I’m very pleased to have been the cause of your
unproductiveness. Something tells me you work too much. Am I right?
    I took a gamble introducing you to the book. People
either love it or hate it.
    How about we discuss it over dinner tomorrow night?
    Leggy Bones
    AKA Nico Bedrosian
    Then I took a long, cool shower to cool off and calm my
raging desire to see her.

Chapter Three
     
    Lily
    When I read Leggy’s email asking me out, I wanted to respond
right away with a resounding YES! How long had I been thinking about this guy?
It was about time we spent a little time together. But tomorrow night was a
full moon and I wanted to get up to the White Mountains in time. Plus with the
snow expected to fall, I had to allow extra time.
    Reluctantly I wrote back, “I have to go out of town for
work. How about next weekend?”
    When my phone rang an hour later with a number I didn’t
recognize, I hoped it was Leggy—no, his real name was Nico—and not some
telemarketer trying to sell me something. Nico, what a sexy name. One that
rolled off my tongue.
    “How many weeks has it been since we first met, my sexy
little bookworm? And you’re keeping me waiting even longer?”
    I giggled despite myself, thinking how uncharacteristic that
was since I played the grown-up, professional businesswoman at work. In fact I
didn’t recognize this flirtatious side of me. “Now that’s something no man has
ever called me before. One more week won’t kill you. Heightens the
anticipation.”
    “You don’t have to worry about that. Any higher and I might
explode.”
    “You may be building me up too much, I’m afraid I’ll
disappoint you.”
    He laughed. “Impossible. So where are you off to?”
    How much should I tell him? “I have a client in the White
Mountains.”
    “That’s only a couple of hours away. Why would you leave on
Sunday?”
    “Uh—we have some—work to do. Early Monday morning. Plus you
never know what will happen with the snow. They say an inch, you get six. And
people drive like idiots. I figured I’d get there early so I don’t have to get
up at the crack of dawn.”
    How did this guy get me to babble? I was typically a
woman of few words and definitely not one who gave details about my personal
life unless I absolutely had to.
    “Sounds like fun.”
    “Not really. But work is work.”
    “So next Saturday. How about we go to Rockport for dinner?”
    “Perfect. By the way, I like your real name. Nico
Bedrosian . Much nicer than Leggy Bones. It doesn’t seem to fit with your
accent though.”
    “It’s not English. My parents are Armenian and my mom liked
the name Nico. And don’t bash the stage name, Li-gei-ah .”
    “Ha ha. Funny, you have an English accent, not an Armenian
one.”
    “I was born in Bristol, England. Lived there until I was
thirteen and then we moved here.”
    “And eventually became a famous rock ’n‘ roll star.”
    “Hardly. So what about you? Did you grow up here?”
    I hated telling people too much about my upbringing. Too
many questions always set me on the defensive. “Yes,” I answered quickly, my
heartbeat escalating. “Well, I have to pack. See you next week.”
    “O-kay,” Nico said, sounding puzzled. “Have a good trip.”
     
    It was a good two hours or so from Boston’s North Shore to
New Hampshire’s White Mountains. I put on an Adele CD and