Calls that demanded a drastic change in your life always came at that hour of the morning, Matt decided as he lunged blindly across the bed to grab the receiver. He should have taken the thing off the hook. For some reason he had always assumed that the idiosyncrasies of the Mexican phone system would protect him from those kinds of calls. “If this is you, Coyne, I can give you my answer right now. It’s no. I never say yes to anything at this hour of the morning.” “Matt? This is Ginny. How can you stand to live in a place without a decent phone system? Do you realize how long I’ve been trying to get hold of you? Where have you been?” Matt closed his eyes and dropped back against the crumpled pillow. He considered the question and decided to answer. “Out.” There was a beat of silence on the other end of the line. Then Ginny drawled in weary disgust, “Same old Matt.
