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excitement, so
    maybe there was a small chance. Plus the thing that had always been so hot about when
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    David texted her was that she could erase his face and imagine a tall, dark and
    handsome stranger was giving her naughty directions. This sort of thing did not
    happen every day. How often did a girl‟s most secret fantasy come to life?
    All of her own not-so-sensible rationalizations had drowned out Rory‟s common-
    sense objections by late afternoon. Which had given Celeste enough time to compound
    the lunacy and make an errand run after work to collect candles, fresh berries and
    cream, wine and a few scandalously tiny pieces of lingerie. In the back of her mind she
    knew that she was setting the scene as if she had a flesh-and-blood lover coming over
    when it would only be herself and a nameless, voiceless person on the other end of a
    phone. She could recognize the possible loser quotient that went along with that fact as
    well, and even embrace it. She had to keep reminding herself that no one she knew
    personally had ever had a man create one of the romantic evenings that were so often
    shown on television and movies. Especially not her, with the string of jerks she‟d been
    with in the past. What was the harm, really? It wasn‟t like the guy on the other end of
    the phone would know or care that she was a raging romantic.
    Her reverie cum last-minute-pep-talk was disturbed by the harsh rattle of her
    phone buzzing on the nightstand. Her eyes flew to the clock and noted that her
    mysterious stranger was early. Maybe he was a little anxious himself? The thought had
    her smiling and bounding over the bed, disturbing the freshly washed and tucked-in
    sheets, to grab the phone and check her incoming text message. But instead of sexy,
    sinful directions there was only Rory‟s picture with a text message next to it.

    Rory: I’m sure it doesn’t feel like it but you are making the complete right decision,
    girl. Let me know if you want to do something tonight and take your mind off of it.

    Celeste pushed back any guilt brought up by Rory‟s sweet words and ruthlessly
    deleted the text. Maybe she should have talked to Mac about this problem instead. Mac
    had finally come clean and told her best guy friend about her longtime romantic
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    feelings for him and was now reaping the rewards in a big way. Of course, all that
    reaping was making Mac a little hard to get to right now. Celeste knew that amongst
    her group of girlfriends she‟d been considered the loud and crazy one back in college,
    but more and more often these days she craved someone to settle down with. Not get
    married or anything—that was a long way off—but someone to cuddle on the couch
    with on Friday nights and argue over the remote with instead of always putting herself
    out on the dating market. And for someone who had experienced her fair share of
    sexual encounters, none of them had left her feeling incredibly satisfied. Sure, she came,
    but it was never the earth-shattering, got-to-have-it-now kind of sex that Mac seemed to
    be having now. She wasn‟t jealous of her friend but she did want what Mac had—a
    good man to call her own. Someone who could light her up just by saying her name or
    touching her hand the way that Mac‟s boyfriend did to her.
    Feeling herself start to slump and knowing that slumping was not sexy, Celeste
    refocused and decided to head to the kitchen to grab the wine, berries and cream from
    the refrigerator. She‟d figured she may as well go all out for herself. On the way back
    from the kitchen, her arms were loaded with her “sex bounty” and she juggled to keep
    it all upright and off her carpet. Which, of course, meant that her mystery man chose
    that moment to text her, causing the phone to buzz and Celeste to jump about a foot.
    Seriously, even in fantasies, when she was alone, she couldn‟t get it together. Luckily,
    only the wine bobbled out of her hands and it