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missed, unfortunately. But Stu achieved his aim. Chris, willing or not, was awake. “Any reason you woke me? Or did you just miss my witty conversation?”
    “I have a better time talking with Naomi’s babies.”
    “Probably because you’re just about their age level,” Chris retorted.
    “Nothing wrong with being young at heart.”
    “Is that the line you use when you tell girls you still live at home?”
    Stu’s reply involved yanking the covers off and letting Chris, who slept in the buff, shiver, not from cold so much as the loss of his cozy dream. “If you’re done being a douche bag, go away.”
    “I will, but the real reason I came up was to mention you have a phone call.”
    “And you couldn’t take a message?”
    “Do I look like your secretary? Besides, dude insisted on talking to you. Said it was important.”
    “Did he give you a name?” Chris asked as he rolled out of bed and yanked on some track pants left in a muddle on the floor. Screw the shirt. He’d hit the basement gym for a few minutes after he got rid of whoever was on the phone.
    “No. But he’s got a heavy duty accent. You know the kind most often heard in a corner store.”
    “Don’t let mom hear you telling racist jokes. You know how she feels about them.”
    Flicking a worried look at the door, Stu didn’t reply.
    Chris snickered. “Look at the big bad wolf. Scared of his mama. I should tell.”
    “If you do, I’ll tell dad about the television you put on layaway.”
    “I wish I was adopted,” Chris growled. He’d thought his recent purchase a secret. He needed something to cheer him up when flashes of the Asian woman kept haunting him. How he’d explain an enormous, big screen TV to his dad when it showed up at the house he’d yet to figure out but surely something would come to mind. He hoped.
    Of more interest was Stu’s claim the guy on the phone sounded Asian. Could it be?
    Heart thumping with excitement, Chris bounded down the stairs to the corded phone in the kitchen. His mother tossed all their wireless home phones out after claiming she was tired of hunting for the damned things throughout the house. Personally, Chris thought she liked the idea of having the phone stuck in the kitchen so she could eavesdrop. His mama made no bones that she liked to know what went on in their lives – and often meddled.
    As for his cell phone… It probably died. Again. Stupid thing. Who remembered to charge it nightly? Not him, that was for sure.
    Putting the thick plastic receiver to his ear, Chris pulled the handset connected to the base via a springy coil with him as he headed for the coffee maker. “Hello.”
    “Mr. Grayson?”
    “Yup.” Chris fought the elation bubbling up as he recognized the speaker.
    “I’m afraid we might have gotten off on the wrong foot the other day.”
    Wrong foot? Understatement of the year. “Yeah. We did.” He wasn’t letting the guy off the hook too easy, even if he salivated at the thought of seeing the woman again.
    “I-um-that is. Ow. Damn it all.” The guy let out a curse and the scratchy sound of a hand covering a mouthpiece didn’t completely mute the dull murmur of voices. The douchebag came back. “I’m sorry I acted like an ass.” Oh, how grudgingly he said it.
    “That’s okay. It happens to all of us at one point in our lives.” Oh yeah, Chris was the bigger man. “So, was there something I can help you with?” Say like removing your wife ’s clothes and doing really dirty things to her while you ’re out somewhere . Because despite his usual creed that married women or girlfriend were off limits, he felt no compunction about ignoring it in this case. Buddy deserved it. And she deserved better.
    “I’d like you to come back and give me a quote on doing the basement renovation.”
    Yes! “No more slammed doors?”
    “No,” the Asian dude growled.
    “In that case, sure. I’ll swing by after lunch sometime, if that’s okay.”
    “Fine. I have the day off,