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your door. And sorry, bro, I’d get it for you, but you refuse to let me have a spare key. You fucking give Paulie a key but not me, ” he grumbled quietly.
    Van was tempted to leave work just to get the piece of paper she’d left, but he knew he couldn’t.
    “ Well I’ll be home tomorrow and get it then, I guess. Thanks, Q .”
    “Sure thing. Oh, and I gave her yours, too. Maybe you’ll get lucky and she’ll call you first.”
     
                                                                         
     
    Dani really considered calling Van, but if he was at work… No, she probably shouldn’t. She d idn’t know where he even worked so she couldn’t be sure if it was appropriate or not. Quincy had given her both numbers—Van’s cell phone and his apartment number—so she ultimately decided to leave a message on his home answering machine .
    “Uh, hey Van, it’s Dani. Um, from Friday night? Well anyways, if you’re listening to this, you probably got my note. I’m sorry I did n’t leave my phone number on it. I was going to, but I just… Well, anyways, I’ll give it to you now if you’d like to call me. I’d like to see you again…”
    Of course Van didn’t get that message since he was working a nother twenty-four hour shift, and since there really hadn’t been a phone number on the note , he’d been hoping for her to call him . He was glad for at least the note she’d left, but he was still dying to see her.
    He got Dani’s message on Thursday when he got home, and his frustration turned into exhilaration when he heard her voice on the machine. She really had called—on Wednesday —and now it was Thursday. He was worried she would think he didn’t want to talk to her when he finally dialed her number that night .
    He got her voicemail.
    But he did leave a message, letting her know she could call him anytime on his cell phone, and that he’d be home for the next three nights.
    Dani didn’t get his message until the next morning, but her day started the second her feet hit the ground and she didn’t have a minute to call until later that afterno on. She called Van’s cell phone and just got his voicemail. She joked about having to play phone tag, but if he were going to be home that night, she would just stop by.
    She return ed her phone to the desk drawer and made her way to the conference room for a project meeting. By then her phone was buzzing with a return call from Van, but she didn’t get a chance to listen to it until she left the building at six o’clock.
    The message said he was home and would be there all night if she wanted to stop by, so Dani made a quick stop at her sister’s house, changed her clothes, and arrived at Van’s apartment at seven-fifteen. When he heard the dainty knock at his door his heart rate increased. He knew it was Dani and he was suddenly nervous to see her again .
    She was afraid he wasn’t actually home since it took a while for the door to open. But when at last it did, her heart thumped a little heavier from finally seeing him again. He looked better than she remembered, and she was also remembering other things about Saturday morning that made her smile.
    “Hey,” Van said to her. His heart was still pounding, and just seeing her there made it worse. She was such a beautiful girl, gorgeous, and he was more than pleased that she’d decided to give him another chance.
    “Hey yourself,” she replied, entering the apartment when he held the door open for her.
    Her smile was pretty coy and Van knew she was aware of the power she had over him. He didn’t even try to hide how much he wanted her, so when she stepped closer to him, he shut the door and kissed her. Thankful she was wearing a cute little dress, his hands roamed up the soft skirt until his fingers were greeted by lace. He already knew he was getting lucky again, but just thinking about their night together on Friday