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stricken expression. Afia grumbled but put the phone to her ear, as Bionca sprung from the couch and cued up the clock radio. In no time, the room was filled with a seductive beat and a soprano voice singing a silky ballad, more to Bionca's tastes than Afia's, but she knew what her friend was trying to do.
     
    "Hello," she said with a sigh.
     
    "I thought I recognized your voice earlier when you told me I had the wrong number." She could hear the grin in his speech. Afia smiled involuntarily. "I told you I don't bite. Did I call at a bad time?"
     
    "You could say that."
     
    "Out with a boyfriend?" he asked lightly.
     
    She giggled softly, settling back on the couch and putting her feet up. Bionca grabbed the book she'd been reading and tiptoed out of the room, throwing two thumbs up before she disappeared into her bedroom. Afia threw a throw pillow after her. "No, I was at my parents' house," she replied.
     
    "Ah," he said understandingly. "Well, you've made my night. I'm happy you called back. I was just in the middle of drafting a design for work, but I needed a break. So, what's up? Had a good day? I've been thinking about you."
     
    "I've been...thinking about you, too."
     
    "Uh huh? Enough to consider going out with me next weekend?"
     
    Afia groaned. "Um, next weekend is a really bad time. I've got something planned with my family."
     
    "I'm flexible," he supplied.
     
    "Maybe sometime this week?" she asked. She chewed her bottom lip, wondering if she was making a bad decision. She knew if she went out with him, she would be stringing him along. There wasn't a chance they could be anything more than friends, and it was patently clear he was interested in more than a casual friendship. At the same time, she wanted to see him. She wanted the opportunity to really talk with him and get to know him. She was curious about how a guy with a mechanical engineering degree ended up in a biker bar.
     
    He paused on the other end of the phone. She held it closer to her ear, and she could hear him breathing. Afia closed her eyes and pictured his face. The thought of him sent shivers through her. She had a bad case. "You know what? This week isn't so good for me either. I've got a lot of work to do for school. I'm—"
     
    "Chickening out," he said with a chuckle.
     
    "No!" she protested.
     
    "Yeah, you are, but it's fine. There's no rush. Just put me on your mind and get back to me when you're ready to make time for me."
     
    "Wait!" she found herself saying. She couldn't let him hang up the phone like that, not with the ball in her court. She'd never call him back. She had to capitalize on the instant shot of bravado that buoyed her to say her next words. "Wednesday night," she blurted.
     
    He sounded surprised when he said, "Okay...I'll pick you up at eight. Want to text me your address or should I wait until later, just to give you time to change your mind?"
     
    She considered. "I guess it's no problem if I send it to you tonight. Long as you promise you won't turn out to be some sort of weird stalker or something." She giggled nervously. It was a possibility.
     
    "I promise I'm not a stalker. I'm not dangerous to you at all, actually. I couldn't hurt a woman like you if I tried, and I wouldn't try. I like you, Afia." The words sounded unrehearsed and sent a flurry of activity in the region of her heart. She took a deep, steadying breath and nodded—though he couldn't see her. He was good...real good.
     
    "Until Wednesday night then."
     
    "Until then."
     
    She hung up the phone. When she looked up, Bionca was lounging, arms crossed, against the entrance to the living room with a knowing grin. "Well?" she asked.
     
    "I have a date!"
     
    "You have an excuse for us to go shopping! Yay!"
     
    Afia burst out laughing and got up from the couch. "I've also got more anatomy homework. Oh, I can't believe I let you talk me into calling him back."
     
    "That's what friends are for."
     
    Afia pushed past her to her room