Chapter 3

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.