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Lila
Inbed,Itriedto visualize lots of yummy men with glistening abs. I wanted to be surrounded by hot bods to distract me so I could stop fuming about my failed date or drooling over my obsession.
At first, there was nothing.Come on, imagination, do your job.
Finally, an image started to form. Broad shoulders.Nice. Good start.Bulging biceps.Fantastic.And then…What the?
Rick’s quivering butt came into focus.
Fuck!
I kicked him in the ass and catapulted him into the darkness.
You can do better, Lila. Focus.
After some time, a stream of hunky Hollywood men formed in my mind’s eye. One by one, they poofed in to distract me. Chris Hemsworth swooped in to save me from a burning building. Zac Efron took me in his arms and whisked me onto the dance floor. Dwayne Johnson flexed his left pec for me.
I opened my eyes in frustration and stared at the ceiling for a while. It wasn’t them I wanted.
My phone buzzed. Who the hell was texting me at this hour? I opened the text.
No Caller ID: Did you get home okay?
I panicked. This better not be Rick. No. Wait. It couldn’t be him. I never gave him my cell number. Maybe I should block whoever No Caller ID was. Then again…
Me: Who is this?
No Caller ID: Hawk. Are you safe?
Awww!
A text like this from anyone else, and I’d be screaming creepy stalker. But from Hawk—say it with me, people—Awww!
Was he asking because of the date or because of the earthquake? And how did he get my number? Did Mae give it to him? She must have. It was the only way he could get it. But why would she? She knew the clinic policy as well as I did. Then again, Mae never was one for following rules.
Me: All good. Home safe n sound.
Hawk: Good. How was it?
My toes curled, and a grin plastered itself on my face. Oh man, I was a goner. So much for staying away from my addiction.
Me: Horrible. Mr. Suave turned out to be Mr. Selfish prick. And a coward in the shake of a quake. A crummy date and a total cheapskate.
Hawk: Want me to beat him up for you?
I should end this convo. I shouldn’t be in contact socially with a client.
I started typing.
Really, Lila, end this right now, tell him goodbye, and—
Me: Nah. He’s not worth it. You’re too pretty to go to prison.
Logical Lila shook her head, tutting at me.
Hawk: …
