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“Zac, you shouldn’t be calling me at work.”

“I know. I shouldn’t be calling you from work, either. But if I don’t hear your voice at least once every three hours I start having painful withdrawal symptoms.”

She snorted, more pleased than she wanted to admit. “Anything embarrassing?”

“My colleagues are a little disturbed by the howling, yeah.”

Chris turned to hide her giggles from an elderly couple sitting near the counter. As shop manager, she should only be conducting business calls in front of customers.

“So, Chris, what are you doing tonight?”

“Not seeing you.”

He inhaled sharply. “Oh, I’m sorry. That sounds like a really dull evening.”

It did. She admitted it. “We have a date Wednesday.”

“But Wednesday isn’t tonight.” He could not sound any sexier.

“No, it’s not.”

“Agreed, then. I’ll pick you up after work. Will you be home?”

Chris frowned, wanting desperately to say yes, but feeling as if seeing him every day might...

Might... Um...

Wait, hadn’t she just finished telling herself that everything in her life was under control, especially in regard to Zac? What exactly was she afraid of?

She didn’t know. But something deep inside her was sending out warning signals.

“I’ll behave myself, Chris, I promise. I’ll wait ten, no, fifteen, no, twenty seconds before I start taking your clothes off.”

She rolled her eyes. “Impressive.”

“I really, really want my mouth on your incredibly beautiful breasts again.” His voice dropped to a murmur. “And I want to slide my hand down your pants and touch you all over.”

Oh, my. She had to swallow before she could speak. “I’m at work, Zac.”

“After that I’ll take off your panties so I can—”

“No, that won’t work. You haven’t taken off my pants yet.” She waited in delight, knowing he’d tease her for being so precise.

“Oh, my God.” Zac was laughing. “Even your fantasies have to be perfect?”

“Look, Zac, if you’re going to do something, you have to—”

“She said he hasn’t taken off her pants yet.”

The elderly woman’s voice made Chris whirl around in horror, to find the couple staring at her.

“I thought that’s what she said.” The man smiled and nodded approvingly. “Go on, go on. We don’t mind.”

Ew.

“Chris?” Zac sounded worried.

She spun back around, utterly mortified. “I have to go.”

“Can I pick you up at five-thirty?”

“Uh...” Chris gestured helplessly. “Yes, okay.”

“Good. I’ll see you then.”

She hung up the phone and stared at it. How did that happen? She wasn’t supposed to see Zac until Wednesday, and that had felt like a very smart decision. Now...

A grin spread across her face. Now she was going to see him tonight, and that felt like a smarter one.

But—she glanced at the couple who, thank God, were back to drinking their coffee and reading their newspapers—absolutely no more phone calls about her pants coming down.

At least not at work.

The door to the café opened and Gus strode in, accompanied by a tiny blonde woman, who hung on to his arm as if she’d crumple if she let go.

“Hey, Chris, how’s it going? I want you to meet Pammy.” He gazed down adoringly at the blonde. “She surfs.”

Chris smiled warmly. Wow! Had Gus found someone? This was great news. “Hi, Pammy.”

“Hi, Chris. Gus has totally told me all about you.” Pammy blinked up at him with puppy eyes, which made Gus puff out his chest, looking even hotter and goofier than usual. “He says you’re the best.”

“Second best.” Gus leaned down to rub her nose with his.

Chris’s smile turned slightly sick. She could only take so much goo. Of course, she’d just been discussing her panties in public. “Can I get you guys some Suja Juice?”

“Wow!” Pammy stared at Chris as if she’d just performed a miracle. “That’s totally what we came in for! It’s like you knew.”

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