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No, I think I’m much more interested in hearing her voice. Even if it is thousands of miles away.
I don’t think about it long enough to actually consider the repercussions. She must have just finished up, is still at work, probably moving on to the next part of her day.
But who can refuse a call from Grant Neville?
I press the call button and pull a bottle of wine out of the fridge. One ring and then–
“Did you listen?”
Her voice isn’t as clear as it is on the radio. But it’s just for me this time. “I did. It was a fantastic episode. As usual.”
“Well, thank you.”
I grab a corkscrew and twist it into the bottle. “Have a drink with me?”
“It’s not even four here.”
“Well, it’s almost eleven here and I’m having a glass of wine before bed. Catch up.”
Harley laughs. “I’ll have coffee, how’s that?”
“Perfect.”
I hear her take a careful sip over the phone as I pour a nice, Italian red into a glass. “So, a park ranger is one of your most sought-after guests?”
“Oh, yes, you should see the tweets I get.”
I pick up my phone and glass of wine and go over to the bed. “Well, I think you did a masterful job considering how rambly Elma seems to get.”
“You know, it takes all kinds,” she replies. “I don’t mind. Better than having someone who only gives one-word answers.”
I settle into bed, into the plush pillows, unable to ignore the thought I’d like her to be lying right in bed next to me telling me about her day. “Who has been your worst interview?”
“Grant, I can’t answer that. I’m at the office. All my interviews are my favorite interviews.”
I sip my wine and stretch out. “Just tell them you’re talking to me. Business. Take the rest of the day off and hide in a conference room. Talk to me.”
I hope I don’t sound desperate. But god, it would be nice to have someone to talk to. Especially someone with a sweet voice perfect for radio. With a face for television.
Harley hesitates and then, to my relief, answers, “Alright. Give me two minutes.”
And two minutes later, we’re shooting the shit, laughing, and catching up on the week since we’ve seen each other.
A terrible thought dawns on me halfway through our call. I could get really used to this. I know I should stop before it becomes a habit.
But fuck it. I’m not going to miss out on what I want. Not anymore.
15
HARLEY
“Ishould let you go,” I whisper.
“No…don’t,” Grant replies, his voice laden with exhaustion.
I giggle and prop my feet up on my balcony railing. It’s a gorgeous Saturday and I’m spending it doingnothing.
Except talking to my new best friend, Grant Neville. Am I allowed to call him a best friend if we’ve fucked twice and he’s also mydad’sbest friend?
