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face as his eyes glance to my wrists and back up. “No problem. Talk later.” He leaves, but comes right back, and says, “If you ever want or need to talk without the usual witty remarks, you know you can talk to me, right?”
    I smile, for him, to put him at ease. “I do. Thanks.” And I do.
    “Okay. Catch ya later, Chica-bee.”
     

     
    “WHAT ARE YOU doing?”
    Kaz’s voice fills me with joy. “Thinking about your house and tracking down a rug for a very demanding actress. What are you doing?”
    “I like that you’re thinking about my house, but I can’t help but want you to be thinking about other things of mine.”
    “Is this you flirting, Kaz?” I sit back in my chair and start a slow spin, loving that he called me.
    “I suck at it, don’t I? Maybe that’s why I don’t have a girlfriend.”
    “You don’t suck… well, sometimes you do, but I liked it.” I bite the end of the pen in my hand, grinning.
    “I do suck better at some things than others.”
    “As a firsthand witness to your sucking, your sucking does not suck at all, just so you know. And I like your flirting. Go on…”
    “I’ll go on and on when I’m back tomorrow. I want to see you.”
    My heart eats up his deep voice and playful words. “Is this a professional call or personal?”
    “Can’t it be both?”
    “I don’t normally mix business and pleasure.”
    He chuckles. “I thought we already had this talk about exceptions.”
    “Ahhh yes, you are definitely one worth making an exception for.”
    “You’re not too sucky at this flirting thing either, Ms. Kessler.”
    “Thanks. I’ve had many years of experience.”
    “And here I thought I was special.” He sounds pouty on the other end of the line. “How much experience are we talking about anyway? Girl-next-door innocent or Call Girl?”
    “Those are my choices? Wow, you don’t leave much gray area. How about Catholic school girl?”
    “I’m impressed. You were wild then.”
    “I’m wild now,” I joke, spinning around again in the chair.
    “You’re beautiful too.” I bite my lip, not sure how to follow such sweetness. He lowers his voice. “Too soon?”
    I’m shaking my head though he can’t see me. “No, you’ve got perfect timing.”
    He lightens the conversation back up and says, “I am a musician. Timing is everything.”
    “Yep, timing is everything. As for the house, I’d love to see it.”
    “Oh yeah, the house. Dinner at the new place around seven?”
    “That works for me. I’ll need to take measurements and pictures for reference.”
    “Are we still talking about my house?”
    I burst out laughing. Repeating what he once told me, I say, “Not at all.”
    “Good because we have all night.”
    “Perfect. I’ll see you then.”
    His tone gets husky, an element of appeal that conjures naughty thoughts of the last time we were together. “Goodbye, Lara.”
    As I type the appointment into my planner and sync my phone with the program, my stomach fills with fluttering butterflies of the most wonderful kind.
    I still have so much to process with my love life. The butterflies for Kaz have definitely jaded my thoughts toward Mark. I stare out the large window overlooking my backyard and realize Mark jaded my thoughts when he hurt me, not Kaz. Surely Mark can’t think we’ll get back together after what happened or with how bad things were before we talked. Everything happens for a reason and thinking back on what Kaz said, timing is everything, and maybe our timing is perfect.

 
     
     
    MY TEST RESULTS came back clean and I can finally relax. Or so I thought…
    Flowers start arriving around two o’clock and don’t stop until nine when the final bunch is hand delivered by Mark himself.
    “I’m sorry,” he says, shoving the bouquet at me.
    With flowers against my chest, I wrap one arm around them and keep one hand on the door. I stand there in shock that he has the nerve to show up like this. “What are you doing here?” I