Damn. She’d forgotten about it.She wheeled away from the counter, startling the young male clerk. “Forgot something!” she called over her shoulder to Noah, who, fortunately, was trailing her by a few paces. She figured he was embarrassed for the clerk to notice that she was buying condoms so he’d hung back from approaching the counter. Good thing. Maybe he hadn’t heard her cell phone.It rang again as she made a mad dash for the aisle labeled Feminine Products. If Noah had been schizy about the condom display, he surely wouldn’t follow her there. Once she was safely surrounded by rows of tampon and sanitary-napkin boxes, she dug in her purse and took out the phone.When she put it to her ear she heard the familiar voice of her editor. “Keely, sweetheart. Good news.”“Hi, Carolyn,” she murmured softly. Trust her editor to call at the exact wrong moment.“Why are you whispering? Are you in a movie theater or something?”“No, but I can’t talk loud. Or long.”“That’s okay.
