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anyway…she probably had something she had to do, first thing. He quickly went to his bedroom. He looked over the nightstands, at his dresser. Nothing there. Well, maybe she’d left it someplace else. He quickly went over to the living room. Maybe she hadn’t wanted to wake him, and wrote it there.
    No luck.
    After searching practically his entire house, he went back to the kitchen. “No note, no phone number, no nothing,” he grumbled, running his hand distractedly through his hair and sitting down opposite Adam at the kitchen table. “What’s up with that? ”
    â€œDid she leave a twenty next to the bed?”
    Josh glared at him. “Pretty funny. Get out.”
    â€œWhoa, easy. Relax,” Adam said, putting his hands up in defense. “I brought Krispy Kremes. Had to go two towns away to get the dumb things. That’s got to be some kind of defense.”
    â€œI don’t want goddamn Krispy Kremes. I want Angela back here. Now.”
    â€œAngela, huh?” Adam smiled, ignoring Josh’s tirade. “So call her. Maybe she’s listed.”
    Josh took a deep, beleaguered breath. “I don’t know her last name,” he said.
    Adam laughed. “You don’t know her last name?”
    Josh glared at him. “Look, I’m not proud of this, okay? I wound up having sex with an incredible virgin, and now I have no way of seeing her again.”
    â€œThere’s always a way,” Adam said, smiling but wisely refraining from taunting his friend further. In his current mood, it was clear that Josh didn’t feel like joking around. “Let’s think this through logically. How did this whole thing come up?”
    Josh told his friend the entire story, from when he met Angela in the bar to just before the intimate details of what had happened last night. Not that he was ever a proponent of locker room talk—he figured as long as women knew you were good in bed, what was the point in bragging about it to men? But he wanted to guard his experience with Angela. It was too special to be discussed with even his closest friend. “She was just so determined,” he finally said. “She was going to have sex last night, with me. Period. She was a woman on a mission. It was fairly crazy…and, like I said, pretty amazing.”
    Adam was frowning, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “So this girl knew you in high school, right?”
    â€œYeah,” Josh agreed, “but I don’t remember any Angelas in high school. It’s not like we were friends or anything.”
    â€œWell, she’s twenty-nine, and you’re thirty-three,” Adam reasoned. “She wouldn’t have been in your grade, anyway.”
    â€œYou’re right,” Josh said, thinking about the math. “In fact, we only would have been in high school together for a year…I would’ve been a senior when she was a freshman.”
    â€œExactly. So find out who the freshmen were when you were a senior. Voilà.”
    â€œAnd how, exactly, am I supposed to do that?”
    â€œWhat, do I have to do everything for you?” Adam chuckled. He got up and grabbed a mug out of the cupboard, pouring it full of coffee. “You’ve got a yearbook, don’t you? Look through it. See who the Angelas are.” He sipped some, made a face, then rummaged for sugar and milk.
    Josh felt embarrassed. “Why didn’t I think of that myself?”
    â€œBecause you’re in no condition to think right now. At least, not above the waist.” Adam shot him one of his trademark smirks. “So get your yearbook, and let me see who this mystery woman is. If she’s as incredible as you say she is, maybe she’s got a sister or two.”
    â€œI don’t have it,” Josh said, thinking about it. “It’s at my parents’ place, in San Diego.”
    â€œSo call them.”
    â€œThey’re in Europe. Three-week