Jason slammed the file cabinet on his way past, causing the ladies in the office to jump. “Sorry, ladies.” Lainey was ready—more than ready. She was practically jumping him on the porch last night. So what the fuck had changed? Why hadn’t she called? “Hey, ladies, got a phone book?” They rushed to find it for him, bumping into one another in their haste. Jase gave them a smile. “Thank you.” Back in his classroom he threw it on his desk. He flipped through it. “Markham, Markham.” “Nothing. Probably unlisted. What about Clarkson?” “Nope. I’ll try the store.” “H, I, J.” Jason ran his finger down the page. “There we go, Jillian’s Boutique. Jason pulled out his cell and dialed. “Jillian’s.” When Lainey answered he closed his eyes at the sound of her cheery voice. “Lainey speaking. How may I help you?” “You could tell me why you didn’t call?” “I was thinking the same thing about you. You said you would call me.” “No, you were supposed to call me.”
