Chapter 15

The light didn’t blink. He stared at it for a full minute, sure

it would blink, sure there was a message on it, there hadto

be. Refusing to believe Jamie hadn’t called, he even pushed the

Playbutton on the machine. Maybe Dave played the message

when he came in.But the machine beeped twice and that was

it—no message, no Jamie, nothing.

Fuck.

Back upstairs, Alex stood outside Dave’s door and debated on

waking his roommate. What time had he wandered in last night? Maybe

he came in as the phone rang and he didn’t want it to wake Alex so

he answered it. Maybe he talked to Jamie. Maybe…

Gently Alex eased the door open and peeked into the dark room.

The sheets were wrapped around bare legs that definitely didn’t

belong to Dave—they were long and curvaceous and female.

“Dave?” Alex hissed. Whoever was in Dave’s bed pulled her legs

beneath the covers with a soft moan. “Dave?”

Hidden somewhere in the tangled sheets came the grumbled reply.

“What?”