It only made him laugh harder. “Picking on
you.” To prove his point, he snaked an arm through the opening
between the books and the shelf above them and poked at my midriff
before I managed to swat his hand away. “You haven’t called
me.”
“I’ve been busy.” I should have mentioned
that the schedule I had so carelessly balled up before was now
smoothed out and folded carefully, over and over again, until
Adam’s number was the only thing visible, but that might sound
desperate. I kept the paper tucked in my wallet and frequently
pulled it out to look at the scrawl of those seven digits. Even
though I hadn’t dialed yet, I knew the number by heart.
Nearby I heard the elevators open and I stood
up, sure my boss was coming to check on me. Turning to put away the
book I held, I kept my voice to a low murmur and told Adam, “I get
in from work so late, you know. I didn’t want to wake you—”
“I’d love to wake up to you,” Adam said.