Me: Oh no, I’m not divulging. It looks like I can control myself via text.
My phone rang. I smiled when Mike’s name flashed across the screen.
“Hey there.”
I heard the sound of a blinker in the background. He must have been driving.
“Hey there. I thought I might see if I could get you to tell me. Texting doesn’t work. Maybe my voice will.”
Little butterflies danced around my stomach. “It seems I’m immune to your charm over the phone, too.”
Not really. I was sixty seconds away from cracking. Remain strong.
“When were you jealous of Maggie Maye tonight?”
I bit my lip to stifle the giggle. “Night, Mike. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Forty-five seconds. Keep your filter on, Sydney.
He let out a deep chuckle. “I see how it’s going to be. I’ll be prepared.”
Thirty seconds. I’ve got this.
“We’ll see. Bring your A game. I’ll bring mine.”
Oh yeah, I can feel the crack in my defenses widening with his sexy voice.
“Oh, I will. You’ve been warned. Night, Sydney Burch.”
Fifteen seconds.
“Night, Mike Murphy.”
The line clicked off and I squealed, shaking my legs excitedly from the feelings coursing through my body. Maggie Maye looked up at me like I was crazy. “It’s your daddy. He does this to me.”
She wagged her tail three times before closing her eyes again. I petted her soft hea
d. “He’s something else, Maggie Maye.”
Mike
I couldn’t hold back the smile on my face as I put my phone into my pocket.
“That’s an awfully big grin on your face, Officer Murphy.”
Lou stood before me, her arms crossed over her chest and a knowing grin of her own on her face.
“I’m in a good mood. Nothing wrong with that.”