She was no closer to sleep than she’d been when she first slid between the sheets. Every time she tried to relax, her thoughts would flip straight back to Mac’s kiss and the adrenaline would start pumping again, making the prospect of relaxation laughable. She reached out blindly toward the nightstand and found her cellphone. As she held it in her hand, she reminisced about the old days. Back when a girl could call a guy, listen to the sound of his voice for a few seconds then hang up fast and burst into giggles. No caller ID, no star sixty-nine. Just good, old-fashioned, crush-crank calls. She sighed and stared at the lit screen of the phone, willing it to vibrate. She thought back to the rest of the night and marveled again at Mac. One minute he was seducing her with his panty-drenching grin, the next he was her champion, slaying the dragons from her past, making her feel normal and special all at the same time. She was so lost in contemplation, when the cellphone buzzed in her hand, she tossed it like it was a rattlesnake.
