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she'd warned that once the keys came out the ring wasn't far behind. I'd had a brief moment of panic until I realized a) this was Ramirez we were talking about and b) Dana's longest lasting relationship thus far had been with a battery powered rabbit. She wasn't exactly an expert.
    I frowned into the phone. "Um, honey, I don't have any plants."
    "Okay, I dropped by and watched the game on your TV. Cable was out at my place."
    "You are such a guy."
    "And that's a bad thing?"
    I felt myself smiling in the dark again. "No. Definitely not."
    "So, when are you coming home? Your place isn't the same without you."
    "A week from Sunday."
    Ramirez groaned into the phone. "That's a long time."
    "Only ten days."
    " Only ?" He groaned again. Though this one held a hint of his wicked Big Bad Wolf smile behind it. "You know, I think you're going to have to make this up to me when you come home."
    I quirked an eyebrow in the darkness. "Oh yeah? What did you have in mind, pal?"
    "Oh, I've got a couple of ideas. How do you feel about whipped cream?"
    I giggled into the phone. Even as my body went warm in places completely inappropriate to talk about in mixed company. "Whipped cream, huh? What am I, an ice cream sundae?"
    There was that growl again. "Uhn huh. With maybe a cherry or two on top. Then I'd lick-"
    But he didn't get to finish that thought as Ramirez's pager chirped to life in the background. I heard him shift, then curse under his breath. "Shit. Maddie, Captain's paging me. I gotta go. Call you back?"
    I swallowed down a lump of disappointment. Just when we were getting to the good part. "Sure."
    "Five minutes. Promise," he shot out. Then a click and silence sounded in my ear.
    I looked at the phone in my hands. I swear if Ramirez paid half as much attention to me as he did his Captain, we'd be married and cooking babies by now. Not that I necessarily wanted to be a baby cooker, but quite honestly I wouldn't thumb my nose at a night of being a human ice cream sundae. I closed my eyes, wondering just how Ramirez had anticipated finishing that last thought.
    There went that inappropriate heat again. I stared at my cell. Five minutes, huh?
    I got up, rummaging in my suitcase for something suitable to wear while having intercontinental phone sex with my boyfriend. Unfortunately, the best I could come up with were the flannel pajamas with little ducks printed on them that I'd packed. Not necessarily Fredericks of Hollywood, but they'd have to do. I slipped the top on, giving up on the bottoms as they stretched and strained around Wonder Boot. I guess I could have taken the boot off. But I only had two more minutes. Besides, the shirt was long enough to cover all the important parts. I grabbed my cell, flipped the lights off and crawled back into bed with one minute to spare.
    I sat there staring at my phone. A minute went by. Then another. One more. Okay, don't panic. Five minutes, ten minutes - what's the difference, right? I decided that a watched cell never rings and grabbed the remote on the night table, switching on the TV to wait it out. Surely Ramirez would call any second.
    I surfed through one channel after another of people speaking way too quickly me for me to catch even a word or two, until I found a station airing Friends reruns dubbed in French. I still couldn't understand what they were saying, but I remembered this one as the episode where Rachel got drunk and confessed her attraction for Ross and could follow the plot well enough from memory.
    Fifteen minutes later Rachel was blasted, leaving Ross's answering machine her thoughts on closure, and I was staring at my own very silent phone.
    " ca, mon ami, est aboutissement " Rachel said with a smirk. Canned laughter erupted, then the screen switched to a commercial for either tennis shoes or fitness water, I couldn't really tell.
    I looked down at my cell readout. Completely dark. Five minutes, huh? I flipped open my phone. Yes, battery was charged. No, I hadn't missed any