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against her side, and she lifted her into her lap.
    “Maybe. Although, my brother Logan met a woman, and they’re happy.”
    She wondered if he realized he’d revealed another piece of personal information.
    “That’s good,” she said. “So maybe there is hope for mankind.”She lifted Fifi and kissed her head.
    “Who’re you kissing?”
    “You heard that?”
    “Yes. I hear every breath you take.”
    She leaned her head back against the wall as his words washed over her.
    “Fifi,” she answered.
    “A loyal friend.”
    She smiled. “That she is. I found her in Central Park when she was just a baby. She was skin and bones. She’s blind, and the most loving pet I’veever had.”
    “Central Park?” His voice grew serious. “Are you in New York?”
    “Am I allowed to answer that?”
    “Allyson, I asked; you can answer.”
    “Does that mean if I ask, you have to answer?”
    He sighed. “I didn’t say you had to answer. I said you could answer.”
    “Hm…” She toyed with him.
    “Ally, do you live in New York?”
    “Heath? Where do you live?”
    He didn’t answer.

    She wasn’t about to play this one-sided game, and she had no idea why it bothered her after what she’d just done with him. Maybe that was why. Or maybe it was her sister’s voice ringing in her ears about putting herself down.
    “This has been fun, but I have to go. Good night, Heath.” Ally didn’t wait for him to respond. She ended the call and blew out a breath, then lifted Fifi up and lookedinto her unsighted eyes. “Well, Fifi. I guess that’s over. I deserve more than silence.”
    She took a warm shower, and when she came out, the message light on her phone was blinking. She read the text from Heath. I live in the city. Good night, Allison.
    She wondered if he meant New York City, or if he was being vague. She smiled as she typed her response.
    I live in a city, too. And it’sAllyson. Good night, Heath.

Chapter Five
    MONDAY MORNING HEATH arrived early to the offices of his orthopedic practice, NYC Sports Medicine, in the heart of the city. He’d given up sleeping around four that morning, went for a run through Central Park, hit the gym, and by seven he was sitting behind his desk looking out over the city and fantasizing about Ally. He hadn’t expected to get dirty with her on the phonelast night. He’d only wanted to hear her voice, but hell if she hadn’t surprised him by initiating the dirty talk. Listening to her take herself over the edge last night had been as exciting as hell. It wasn’t until afterward that he’d felt different, wondering what she was feeling after they’d hung up the phone and whether she’d been telling him the truth about never having had phone sex before.It wasn’t something he’d dabbled in before. He’d thought he’d feel vulnerable, jerking off while on the phone, and he liked to be in total control. But with Ally, everything felt different, and his need for control eased.
    He reread her text from last night for the tenth time that morning, wondering if she was in fact in New York City, or if she was just playing with him. He liked that snarkyside of her, too, because she was snarky sweet, not snarky obnoxious, like some women were. She was the perfect blend of femininity, sensuality, and intelligence, and that was what had him sending her a text even though it went against his cardinal rule.
    I thought about your lips all night. It was a very long night.
    He set his phone on the desk and opened a patient file. His eyes dartedback to his phone every few seconds. He glanced at his watch, wondering what she was doing, where she worked, and if she was thinking of him, too. Why had she volunteered at the conference? Was she linked in some way to the ortho field?
    He tried to focus on one patient file after another, but his mind kept circling back to Ally. He wondered why she hadn’t texted back, and he couldn’t stopreplaying last night’s conversation in his mind.
    A knock at his