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I made a mental note to call my dad when I got
home and thought about how to send a thank-you note to Gideon for the hangover cure. I supposed
I could e-mail him using the contact info on his business card, but that lacked class. Besides, I
didn't know who read his inbox.
I'd just call him when I got home. Why not? He'd asked-no, told -me to; he'd written the
demand on his business card. And I'd get to hear his luscious voice again.
The door opened and the masseuse came in. "Hello, Eva. You ready?"
Not quite. But I was getting there.
After many lovely hours at the spa, my mom and Cary dropped me off at the apartment; then
they headed out to hunt for new cuff links for Stanton. I used the time alone to call Gideon. Even
with the much-needed privacy, I punched most of his phone number into the keypad a half-dozen
times before I finally put the call through.
He answered on the first ring. "Eva."
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