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Milán protested. “There’s nothing obsessive about my cleaning.”
    “Uh-huh... ¿Qué aspecto tiene? ”
    Milán halted scrubbing and straightened up. “ ¿Qué dice? ”
    “You heard me.”
    “What do you mean, what does he look like? What’s that got to do it?”
    “ Responde la pregunta .”
    Exasperated, Milán let out a loud sigh. “He was too obnoxious for me to tell. After he made me mad, I didn’t pay much attention.”
    “I’m not buying that,” Nyah said, firmly. “Come on, tell me.”
    Milán groaned. “Must we do this now?”
    “ Deje de darle vueltas al asunto y dime. ¿Buen besador? ¿Hace que el corazón palpite solo mirarlo? ¿Es alto? ”
    Milán groaned. “I didn’t ponder if he was a good kisser or not and no, my heart didn’t flutter. It was racing, but that’s because I was angry. And he’s tall. At least six foot two.”
    “Athletic, or really muscular?”
    Milán paused. “Somewhere in the middle. He’s definitely in shape.”
    “What about the rest of him? What color are his eyes? Does he have a strong jaw? What about his skin? Is it a warm caramel, luscious milk chocolate or soft delectable nougat?”
    Unable to help herself, Milán laughed. “Why do you always compare men’s attributes to some kind of sweets?”
    “I don’t know. I just love desserts. It’s my second favorite pastime.”
    “Men being the first,” her sister replied.
    “Yes, now speaking of which—”
    “Fine,” Milán interrupted. “Yes, he’s good-looking. Very—and he knows it which is a definite turnoff, second only to his overbearing personality. His skin was like...desert sand at sunset. His eyes were like Oloroso sherry. A warm, vibrant brown that was very expressive.” Her breath caught in her throat as she remembered their ill-advised encounter. “His body was...firm in all the right places. There’s no doubt he works out often. And...he tasted like...hazelnut coffee.”
    Nyah snorted. “Hazelnut coffee? Didn’t pay attention, huh?”
    Milán frowned against the phone. “It wasn’t like that. I can appreciate the physical attributes, while disliking his arrogant nature and superiority complex. Trust me there was nothing impressive about that.”
    Worked up just remembering Adrian’s behavior, Milán went back to cleaning. The scrubbing continued, but this time on a quieter scale.
    “ ¿Oye, puedes aguantar esperar? Tengo otra llamada telefónica .” Milán clicked over when she heard a beep. “Hello?”
    Silence ensued. “Hello?” Milán repeated. When nobody spoke up, she clicked back to her sister. “ Lo siento .”
    “ ¿Quién era lo? ”
    “ No sé .”
    The line beeped again.
    “ Un momento ,” she said to her sister as she clicked to the second line.“Hello? I can hear you breathing, you know,” she told her caller. “Fine,” she snapped and returned to her sister.
    After another few minutes, her line beeped again.
    “This is getting ridiculous,” Milán complained.
    “ Hablarémos después ,” Nyah replied and hung up.
    “Look, I don’t know who taught you phone etiquette, but—”
    “Miss Dixon, wait. Don’t hang up. This is—”
    Milán’s expression darkened upon recognizing the voice. “I know who it is,” she said coldly. “Your rudeness is becoming legendary.”
    “I’m sorry about that. My battery was going dead on my phone so I switched.”
    “I see.” Her voice was laced with skepticism. “So how did you get my number?”
    “Your résumé.”
    She grunted in response.
    “I’d like to speak with you, if now is a good time?”
    A long bout of silence ensued.
    “Just a few minutes,” he persisted. “That’s all I’m asking.”
    Milán leaned against the kitchen counter. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Mr. Anderson.”
    “Why not? Are you afraid to talk to me?”
    “Ha,” she laughed in his ear. “Nice try, but I don’t rise to bait that easily.”
    “I don’t suppose you’d be willing to call me Adrian,