She wanted nothing more than to get to her room and clear her brain. So he wanted to insist what they had was just sex? Screw him. She knew the difference and the difference had been there last night. Tonight she was going to remind him of that, with words and actions. First, she had to get her temper under control, or she wouldn’t get past the first quarter. Maybe not even get to the first. She’d fumble the kickoff and that would be that. Oh, God! Am I really using football speak? How do I even know it? She started up the stairs but Rafe put his hand on his arm and stopped her. “Where’s your cell?” he asked. She stopped and turned. “My cell?” “I know you turned it off before we left the house,” he reminded her, “but turn it on now. Let’s see if there’s been any activity tonight.” She yanked the phone out of her purse and handed it to him without looking at it.
