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phone. “That’s all I get? Good? I didn’t get a chance to spend much time with you the other day. I want to see you.”
    What? “Yeah, it was your wedding day and you married my best friend. No doubt you were busy.”
    She decided to multitask, so this call wouldn’t be an entire waste of her time. She flipped on the porch light to help Ryker find the place and then she gathered up her keys, a tube of lipstick, and a few other essentials from the coffee table. She threw them in her small, vintage silver purse. She loved carrying it on dates, but hadn’t used it in a while. It went with nearly any outfit.
    “Yesterday must have been really rough for you, babe,” he murmured into the phone. “Maybe we could do lunch or something this week?”
    “What are you talking about? The wedding was fun,” she lied. “But I can’t do lunch,” she said briskly. “I have a really busy week and this isn’t really a good time either. I am about to head out.”
    A long pause on the other end of the phone.
    Finally, he said, “Out where?”
    She rubbed the bridge of her nose and mentally counted down from ten. “Since you haven’t been my boyfriend in a really long time, I don’t think how I spend my time is any of your business.”
    The silence stretched on once more, uncomfortably.
    He cleared his throat. “What if I wanted to make it my business again? You looked gorgeous the other night, babe.” He used his slow, bedroom voice, the one which used to melt her. Now, it made her feel like taking a shower and scrubbing her skin until it turned red.
    “Remember the time,” Carl asked, voice growing husky, “we stayed at Excalibur in Vegas? And we—”
    Oh. Eww. Like she wanted to talk about their former sexcapades.
    A knock sounded at the door. Thank God!
    “I heard that. Who’s there?
    “Trust me, it’s no one you know.” She hurried over and yanked open the door to see Ryker wearing his tight fitting jeans, with a sleeveless American flag shirt, and his leather Four Horsemen vest. His hair was still a bit wet. Sex on a stick, as per usual.
    He nodded to the cell in her hand. “I’m beginning to think you got a serious phone addiction. Every time I see you, you’re touching it.” He raised a brow at her. “Makes a man little jealous.”
    She couldn’t seem to stop smiling. She felt giddy, like the night of her twenty-first birthday party, when she’d drank way too many wine coolers. She forgot all about Carl on the phone, and trying out her newfound wild side. “Oh? You have something else you’d rather I touch?”
    He plucked the phone from her grasp, placed it against his mouth as he held her gaze captive. “Elizabeth has to go now. She has very, very important things to touch.” He hit the red button and handed it back to her. Call over.
    She couldn’t help but laugh.
    “What’s so funny?”
    “That was my ex. I think he’s having trouble letting go.”
    His baby blues turned steely all of a sudden, all big, bad biker man and it didn’t diminish any of his appeal. In fact? It kind of turned her on in a really twisted, don’t-admit-it-to-your-therapist sort of way. “You need me to set him straight? I’ll make sure he gets the message that all good things have come to an end.”
    While the alpha male kick butt thing could be hot, she didn’t want to see it in action. She might loathe Carl, but she wouldn’t unleash a motorcycle gang on him. Damn tempting though . “Nah, I think he got the message.”
    His chest puffed out a bit. “Damn straight, he did. You tell me if asswipe calls again.”
    Hmm. Not a request, but an order. She steered the conversation away from her ex, preferring not to give him another thought. “You didn’t say where we were going so I hoped I dressed appropriately.” She did a little twirl. “You will notice I’m in real clothing today, nothing pink or even remotely poofy.”
    “ Believe me, I noticed, Pinky.” He pulled her flush against his body and