Seven days, one week since they had talked all night in the diner and the only thing she got were brief phone messages asking how she was doing. She saved them all, of course. Playing them over and over again was childish but she needed to hear him, even if it was just a recording. Just hearing his voice sent shivers down her body. She grabbed her phone in a desperate attempt to clear her head. “Hey, Val, it’s Gia, are you busy?” “No, not at all, just catching up on some work.” “On a Sunday morning?” Gia said. “You know me, forever saving humanity by righting the wrongs of the world and putting away one nutcase at a time. You know the drill,” she said, “superhero stuff.” “Woman, you are so dramatic,” she laughed. “Yeah, yeah,” Val chuckled. Gia laughed. “Okay, superhero, question. What are you doing this afternoon?
