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It’s the craziest thing. We have the same tastes, like the same designers, and will show up wearing the exact same suit not knowing the other had bought it.”
    Tarah laughed. “I’m sure that’s a sight to behold!”
    â€œIt’s made for some interesting moments!”
    Their conversation continued for a good long while. It was one of many they’d had since Tarah had finally answered that first call. She had been the one to insist they start video chatting with each other. It had taken their communications to a whole other level.
    Not overly computer proficient, Nicholas had been reluctant, but Tarah had talked him through setting up his Skype account and engaging in their first video call. From the second her face filled his computer screen, her bright smile showing in real time, he was hooked. He’d loaded the application on every device he owned to ensure he never missed an opportunity to make their long-distance calls feel like she was almost right there in the room.
    She shifted her body again, and for a second he caught sight of lace panties and bare legs.
    â€œWhat are you wearing?” he questioned, moving forward in his seat and closer to the screen.
    Tarah’s eyes widened. She snatched the bedspread across her backside, covering anything that might have been exposed.
    Nicholas laughed. “If I’d known we were going to have that kind of conversation, I would have taken my clothes off and gotten comfortable, too!”
    She laughed with him. “We are not having that kind of conversation!”
    â€œWe should. White lace looks really good on you.”
    Tarah tossed him a look. “This is the last time we video chat while I’m in bed,” she said.
    â€œDon’t change up your routine on my account,” he said. “I like seeing you in bed.”
    Tarah felt herself blush, color warming her cheeks. There was an air of innocence about her that Nicholas found refreshing. She made him smile, the wealth of it gleaming out of his dark eyes. She met the look he was giving her with one of her own, and he wished there weren’t hundreds of miles and a computer sitting between them.
    â€œI’m sorry I won’t be able to make your game,” Tarah suddenly said softly. “I was really hoping to be there.”
    Disappointment suddenly wafted across his face. “I’m going to miss you,” he said. “I was really looking forward to you being there to celebrate with me, but I understand how important your work is to you.”
    â€œIt is important to me, but I’ll still be rooting for you.”
    â€œIt’s all good as long as you’re not blowing me off for that doctor friend of yours.”
    She shook her head. “I told you, he was no one you needed to be concerned about. He and I know where we stand with each other and where we don’t. And for certain, I am not interested in him.”
    â€œBut is he interested in you?”
    She giggled nervously. “Of course not!”
    There was a hint of uncertainty in Tarah’s voice and she cleared her throat, hoping Nicholas didn’t pick up on it. Truth be told, she wasn’t quite sure where things stood with her and the good doctor. When they’d next seen each other, he’d had nothing at all to say about their disastrous dinner date. He’d been exceptionally professional, and she’d felt as if they might be able to find balance with each other. Then he’d started with comments and innuendo that were more appropriate for lovers, or lifelong friends who knew their boundaries with each other. It had all made her uncomfortable, and when she told him so, it was like a switch had been turned off. His personality became cold and indifferent, his expressions stiff and stoic. She found him flipping from one extreme to the other, and she’d quickly become proficient at avoiding the man unless it was absolutely necessary for them to