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Me: You keep saying that. I’ve got abs to work on. My dress for the wedding is tight.

Eli: You’re killing me.

Me: Until we dry hump again…

Eli: He’d better not touch you. No self-defense!

This could go on for the next twenty-five minutes, so I toss the phone on my bag with a spring to my step I haven’t felt since … I don’t know when.

“Emergency?” Jase asks. He’s used to me interrupting our workouts to take calls.

“I guess you could call it that.” When I reach him, I sigh and can’t believe I’m doing what I’m doing. “Let’s skip the defense stuff for today. I’ve got a dress I need to squeeze into. I need to burn some more calories.”

Jase shrugs. “You’re the boss.”

Well. He’s right about that.

*****

Friday, 7:43 pm

Eli: Did he touch you?

Me: You’re giving me whiplash. Are you a morning person or an evening person?

Eli: Did he touch you?

Me: I can’t chat right now. The rehearsal is done and dinner is about to be served. I’m trying to learn the names of my brother’s new in-laws. There’re a shit-ton of them.

Eli: You can memorize numbers but not names?

Me: Right. It’s totally different.

Eli: Just tell me if he touched you. Because all I’ve been thinking about for the last twenty-four hours is him touching you and it’s making me crazy.

Me: The smoked salmon torte appetizer was just served but since I don’t want you to go crazy, I will tell you that there was no dry humping.

Eli: There better not have been. That sounds like some fancy food.

Me: My sister-in-law-to-be is a caterer. She likes food.

Eli: I’m hungry. And, for once, not for food.

Me: I’ve got to go. I’m being rude.

Eli: I miss your ass.

Me: Eli!

Eli: Do you miss my hand on your ass? I think you like it there.

Me: OMG.

Eli: I bet you’re wet again.

Me: No. I’m eating a salmon torte and trying not to be rude.

Eli: Then put the phone down.

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