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had I let it get so bad? I moved Samuel's business card onto my bedside table and saw Quinn Emerson's. The new rush of lust left me intensely restless. But it was there...
    I looked over to my gray kitten, Tiny. “Think he's sexy as I remember him?”
    She didn't have an answer for me, but he would. I found him under my Contacts list and listened to the ringing on speakerphone, then his voice-mail message.
    “ It's Clara. We met a few days ago . Call me back if you want to get food, or hang, or something? Thanks.”
    Tiny stared at me, judging without having to say a word. Mentally exhausted enough to relax, all my body ached for was rest. Ghosty, Lane's cat, rested his back against the side of my neck. Tiny curled up on my chest. They were comforting, finally helping me drift into deep sleep.
     
     
     

 
    - Chapter 4 -
    ~ So Hott ~
     
    ' H i, it's Quinn. Sorry I missed your call. Call me back and we'll set something up?'
    I had been working when he called mid-morning on Monday. Seeing that he had kept me nicely distracted for the rest of the day. When I got back to him later that evening, the ringing went on for a few seconds and went to voice-mail.
    “ Hi, it's Claire Gillian, returning your call. What does your--” I nearly dropped my phone when it beeped loudly and started vibrating. A call was coming in. “Quinn?”
    “ Hey, sorry about that. I was just getting out of the car. What's up?”
    “ I was calling about, maybe, getting dinner sometime...” He sounded busy.
    “ How about Friday or Saturday? Are you free either of those days?”
    “ I'll be out of work by five. Whichever's easier for you.”
    “ How do you feel about Italian, Friday evening?”
    “ That sounds great,” I mentally reminded myself not to wear anything white.“Around six? Does that work for you?”
    “ It does. I'll make reservations. I'm just getting in, and um...” he sounded further away. “Juggling stuff, sorry again.”
    “ No problem. Call or text me tomorrow?”
    “ Cool, thanks. I'll talk to you then,” he said. “Have a good night, Clara.”
    “ You too. 'Night, Quinn.” I ended the call after a second or two of quiet.
    That had been easy, I liked how decisive he sounded. Excitement twisted in my lower stomach. Turning to my computer, I lost a few hours to writing. It never failed to help me find calm. With plans to meet up with Quinn and five more days to decide about working at Rack's , the heavy pressure finally stopped grating at me. While I knew it was borrowed time, I'd happily take a few days of mental calm.
     
    Annoyed by the shrill ringing sound, I struggled to locate my phone. It had been a shorter Thursday than usual after helping Ben review and prepare for his day in court. Everyone who worked for him knew to clear their schedules a few days before. Because he knew it would go well, I was able to go home when he left for the courthouse. After checking in with Lane, I fell into bed with the intention of cuddling Tiny for a few minutes.
    Three hours later, I was glad my evening hadn't been lost to another extended nap. It was only six. The phone was under my hip instead of in my pocket, still ringing loudly. I saw the screen and 'Quinn Emerson.'
    “ Hello?”
    “ Hello,” he replied.
    “ Er, how are you?”
    “ I'm good. You?”
    “ I'm good, too. So... what's up?” I asked after a long, silent few seconds.
    “ What's up? You called me.”
    Checking my phone confirmed that I had. Tom, too, and a bunch of random symbols. That helped clear all of my mental cobwebs. “I did! I'm so sorry about that!”
    “ Pocket dialing?” he guessed. “I wanted to confirm our plans again for dinner tomorrow, anyway. Sorry if I'm catching you at a bad time?”
    “ You aren't. It sounds like you're driving, though.” 
    “ I am. Er, I need to return a client call. Mind if I call you back in... Soon?”
    “ No problem. 'Safe driving.”
    My body churned with excitement. Would he call? Falling asleep again