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It was his phone, indeed. I notice it when he picks it up.

He hands me my panties while I slide off the table.

With my panties crumpled in my hand, I run shaky fingers over my skirt.

“You use contraception?” he asks.

“When I remember,” I joke, and he gives me an amused smile. I go on. “You don’t seem very worried. Plus, you’re asking me after the fact,” I say, pulling my panties up.

“It’s been a while since I had to worry. That’s why I’m asking.”

Whatever that means.

He tips his gaze down. Amazingly, his phone screen doesn’t have a scratch.

“I’ll contact you before,” he says, his smile whisked away by whatever he’s seeing on his phone.

“You don’t have my number.”

“I’ll get your number.”

“Not from Thea, I hope.”

“No.”

“I can give you my number,” I say, grappling with angst.

He swipes his phone screen with his thumb, opens the address book, and creates a new contact. I punch in my number and hand him his phone.

“Don’t save it under Liz. Someone might see my name.”

Smiling, he types my secret name.

“What is it?” I ask when he slides his phone into his pocket and leans to me to kiss my cheek.

His scent rocks through my senses, making something sweet clench in my chest.

“Redhead,” he says, laughing.

Red.

Redhead.

Rain was Red.

I am Redhead.

“Funny,” I say, not in a funny voice. “Now I’m part of your paid crew.”

Both hands pile up on each other as I stifle an oops.

He doesn’t mind my blunder.

“Money makes sex more enjoyable,” he says, straightening and looking down his nose at me.

I wag my finger at him.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

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