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only time they were guaranteed to get together was Sunday mornings for their long run. If Katy could manage to get out of bed, that was.
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    It was Wednesday before Katy finally got a text from Rafe. By then she’d given up hope of ever hearing from him and had resorted to ice cream and chocolate as though she’d been through a horrific breakup.
    Had a great time, Saturday. I’ll call you tonight?
    Katy exhaled a long breath when she read the message, as though she’d been holding it for four days. She plopped down in her chair behind her desk and stared at her computer screen, not entirely sure what she was supposed to be doing for the afternoon. The man distracted her beyond reason at all hours of the day and night.
    When her landline beeped, she jumped.
    “Ms. Marks, your two o’clock is here.”
    “Oh, right. Thanks. I’ll be right there.” Katy flipped into her calendar in hopes she could recover a brain cell and meet her client knowing his name and the name of his company. She wasn’t going to make partner in this century if she didn’t get her head in the game. Especially since sleeping her way to the top wasn’t on her short list.
    She hadn’t seen Jonathan Stewart the entire week. If she was lucky, he’d gone out of town. Those were the best weeks. The firm was large, however, and she’d been too busy to stand around in the break room. He could be in the building for all she knew. Hopefully the eyeful she’d given him outside her uncle’s gym forced him to give up any aspirations he had of getting lucky with her.
    The meeting with her client went smoothly and ate up the rest of the afternoon. She was relieved when she noticed it was almost six o’clock. She gathered her laptop, switched off her desktop, and headed for home.
    “Lord, I really need to get laid,” she muttered as she fixed herself a frozen dinner. “I’m acting like I haven’t met a man in years.” Rafe Walker was under her skin big time. And she wanted him on her skin with a passion.
    At eight, her phone finally rang. “Hello.” She recognized the number from earlier. She would save it in her contacts.
    “Hey. It’s Rafe.”
    She smiled. Who else would it be? Of course he didn’t know that, but she wasn’t in the habit of dating ten guys at once…or even one these days. She hadn’t been on a real date in months until Saturday. “Hi.” She bit her lower lip, trying to think what the proper protocol was for the first phone call after a date. Completely tongue-tied, she managed no other words.
    “How’s your week going?”
    “Pretty good. Yours?”
    “Not bad. Busy. Has that guy at work still been hounding you for a date?”
    “Nope. I haven’t had the pleasure of his company this entire week.”
    “Well, that’s good. Maybe your tactics worked.” He chuckled and she loved the sound of his voice.
    Her legs grew wobbly and she sat on the couch to keep from losing her balance. Even talking to him on the phone made her horny. Something about the sultry way he seemed to be whispering in her ear. “You would think he would give up after the wanton display I performed.”
    “Yeah, but guys can be dense. You never know. He may not care who you’re with as long as he’s on the list.”
    “That’s disgusting.”
    He chuckled. “Yes, but true.”
    She held her breath during a short silence. He’d called. That was promising.
    “So, I can’t talk long now. Mason is waiting on me to beat his ass in the ring.”
    “Pardon?” What the hell was he talking about?
    “My friend. The guy I was sparring with when you walked in Saturday. We’re at the gym about to work out. He thinks he can make my eyes match if another gorgeous woman with endless legs and sexy curls walks in. Been teasing me all week.”
    Katy froze, her face turning red hot. Did he call me gorgeous and sexy?
    “Anyway, I was wondering if you were free Friday night? I have a match, but after that we could go out… If you’re still