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Colt says. He reopens the caviar pizza and lifts it near my face.
    I grab a piece. I can do this. The corner goes in my mouth. I haven’t even bitten down when the saltiness blasts my tongue. I want to spit it out, but I have a rep to protect. I bite a chunk off and swallow it whole.
    Colt coughs through his attempt to stop laughing.
    I drop the rest of the slice back in the box. “There. I did it.”
    “I think that deserves a reward,” he says. He leans in and kisses me, licking at the salt still on my lips.
    Finally , I think. We get to go back to where we were before the hair salon. My belly flutters with nerves. I’ve never gotten very far before. And I want to.
    But after a long, lingering kiss, Colt sets the pizza box back on the coffee table and stands. “Early training,” he says. “I’ll see when Buster thinks it’s safe for you to come back to the gym.”
    I try to keep my disappointment out of my voice. “Okay.”
    “You have a phone number or something I can call you on?”
    I hesitate. I can reactivate my phone, but I don’t even know the number for it.
    Colt squeezes my arm. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll send someone over.” He smiles lazily. “Or come myself.”
    He leans in for one more kiss, then he’s gone. I walk around my apartment in a daze for a full half hour, touching the places Colt has been. I already want him back.
    The next morning, I don’t want to get up in case the whole night was a dream. Then I remember my hair. I push aside the sheets and rush to the bathroom to look in the mirror, sure I’ll see the same old Jo.
    But the girl with the shimmery red hair stares back at me.
    Still not believing, I run back to the refrigerator. The stack of pizza boxes is still in there. I have enough food to last me a week.
    There’s a knock at the door. Forgetting all about the secret pattern, I fling it open.
    A strange man is standing there.
    I’m about to slam it closed when he hands me a box. “Delivery for Jo Jones.”
    I want to tell him I haven’t ordered anything, when I recognize the black Mercedes idling in the parking lot. It’s the one that brought the pizza.
    I accept the box. The man nods and heads back across the broken pavement to the car.
    Inside is a cell phone. I sit down on my sofa and pop it out of the plastic. It’s been activated and charged.
    And there’s a message.

    Skip the gym today to be sure the coast is clear. Learn the phone. It’s yours since I cheated you. Baker’s Street has a truffle pizza that is $30 more than what we ate last night. I am ashamed. Colt

    I want to giggle. I feel like I’m sixteen again as I tap out a reply.

    You are a scoundrel. I will never forgive you until that pizza arrives at my door.

    I fall back on the cushions. I’m positively giddy. I add Zero to the contacts and send him a message too.

    I’m back on the grid.

    Then I realize the number is unfamiliar, so I add.

    Kettle Belle.

    He writes back instantly.

    Your picture is everywhere! The world knows you!

    I reply.

    Not anymore. Hair red now.

    His message is all exclamation.

    !!!!I am coming over to see this!!!! Off at 4.

    I spend the morning fiddling with all the features of the phone. I download the picture of me and Colt almost kissing, plus some of the others. I spend half the afternoon watching fights of Brittany getting her butt kicked, then some old matches with Colt, before he went on his losing streak.
    I feel a little guilty, but I try to figure out who the girl is that got him all destroyed. But there is no mention of her anywhere. Publicly, his girlfriend has been Brittany for almost a year.
    I’m on the phone so long that I drain the battery. Midafternoon I stick it on the charger and head to the fridge to try another type of pizza. I feel like a glutton, eating until I’m going to burst. Then I worry I’ve overdone it, so I spend the next hour doing push-ups and side kicks.
    I can’t come down from my high.
    I think of a million things I