![]() “Can you meet me out front of Jack’s Bar-B-Que in an hour and a half?” I don’t know why, but it kind of makes me happy I am annoying him. ![]() “Jesus, where the f**k do you wanna meet?” he grumbles, making me smile. I don’t know what I would do without my phone for a week-not that I want to call or text anyone, but I was kicking ass in Candy Crush and wanted to beat my last score. Can you meet me after that?” I cross my fingers, hoping he can. “Then you need to meet me so I can give it to you.” “Yes, of course I want my phone,” I say, becoming annoyed. “Um, I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” I reply, worrying my bottom lip. “Look, I gotta get out of town and won’t be back for a week, so can you meet me somewhere?” ![]() It’s my cell,” I tell him, holding the desk phone between my shoulder and ear. I forgot he was even on the line during my search. “Hello, did you hear me?” the guy on the other end says more impatiently. I pull my handbag out from under the desk and dig through it, looking for my phone. ![]() His smooth Southern drawl makes the hairs on my arms stand on end. ![]() “I found a phone, and this is the number that comes up on the screen when I turn it on,” a deep male voice answers. How can I help you?” I answer on the second ring. I jump when the desk phone starts going off it never rings, so I’m caught off guard by the shrill sound inside the quiet library. ![]()
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