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open up the message, there is a picture of us—the Tongue picture—staring back at me.
                  “Here’s to a great summer ahead!” the email says. “xo, Niles.”
                  I respond with a simple “<3” and press send.
                  I ignore every single one of my forty-seven other emails and get to work. After two hours, my butt hurts and my eyes are droopy, but I’m still typing. Two hours after that, the clock on my computer tells me it’s just about time for Niles to be packing up to head back on the road. I grab my phone and take a picture of my laptop screen.
                  I text Niles the picture with the message: “Almost 5,500 words in. Thanks, muse! #amwriting” and he immediately responds with, “Atta girl. You’re amazing. #amimpressed”
                  Eek!
                  “Get some sleep now,” he types. “One of us should.”
                  “No sleep last night for you either?”
                  “I didn’t have my napping partner.” Winking emoticon.
                  “Baby, I’ll nap with you anytime.” Double winking emoticons.
                  “That’s what I’m hoping.” Even more winking emoticons. I squee right out loud, my heart bursting. “P.S. Why weren’t you this flirty earlier today? lol”
                  As I consider this question, Niles answers it for me.
                  “Oh yeah. You’re a word girl. But remember, no need to hide behind them. Not with me. Capeesh? (How the hell do you spell capeesh?)”
                  I laugh because, really, I have no idea how to spell it. But I make a note to find out and use it in Book Two.
                  “When will I see you again?” I type. “Because it won’t be soon enough.”
    Shit, thirty seconds from now would not be soon enough.
                  “Hang tight. I’m figuring that out as we speak. Any days you’re totally off the grid?”
                  Ha. Even if there were, I’d move mountains to change my plans. I miss my girls like crazy, but they’re gone and other than working on Book Two and a couple freelance copywriting projects, I have no specific obligations all summer.
                  “Sounds pathetic, but I’m wide open. Not a single plan.”
                  “Good. Then be flexible and be ready. Hope you’re not as scared of flying as you are of driving.”
                  “If I could have flown instead of driven yesterday, I would have. Believe me.”
                  “I do. I was hoping you’d text to tell me you made it home safe.”
    He was?
                  “Glad all is well. Now get some rest. I mean it.”
                  I promise him I will, but hey, I’m not the one who will be performing in front of thousands of people tonight. I can sleep all I want when I’m dead. For now, I have a book to write . . . and a rock star to fantasize over.
                  A rock star who wants to know my summer plans so he can figure out when we’ll see each other next.
                  Holy. Freaking. Bleep.
     
     

CHAPTER TWELVE
    Hits and Misses
                  “You know, it would be swell if you picked up your damn calls once in a while, Kallie.”
    A guy’s voice is in my ear, but it’s not the guy I want it to be . . . and I have no idea how it happened. I lift my head off the back of my couch and realize I had fallen asleep while writing. I’m sure when I heard my phone ring, I snatched it without thinking. I’m impressed I was coherent enough to at least say hello, but I’m crushed that it’s Brad’s voice I’m hearing instead of Niles’s.
                  “Hi, Brad,” I say, sitting up. “Great to hear from you.” If “sarcastic” was