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“It was an accident?”
“Exactly.”
“How do you accidentally FaceTime someone?”
Meg blew a sticky curl off her cheek and sighed. “If you must know, my boobs called you.”
He stared at her. “Your boobs,” he repeated. “What did they want to say to me?”
“Nothing. They acted on their own without consulting me.”
“They do that sometimes.”
She hadn’t thought her face could get any redder, but she’d been wrong.
Kyle wasn’t done. “Was that Kendall’s butt on the screen just a second ago?”
“Hi, Kyle!” Kendall crowded in behind Meg and waved at the screen. “Meg’s boobs might’ve called you, but my ass wanted in on the conversation.”
“This is turning out to be the best video call I’ve ever had.”
Kendall laughed and pulled her foot up behind her, stretching her quad. “It’s good to see you,” she said.
“Good to see you, too. You’re looking—sweaty.”
“We’re out for a run. Good for the heart, you know.”
“Absolutely,” Meg agreed, thinking she might not mind dying of a heart attack on the spot. “So listen, Kyle?—”
“I heard you on the radio the other night,” he said. “You sounded great.”
“Thank you,” she said as something inside her softened a little. “NPR did a special on the cookbook.”
A dumb thing to say, since he’d obviously heard it. But if he saw the opportunity to tease her, he didn’t seize it. “Sounds like things are going great with the book.”
She nodded, resisting the urge to bristle. He was just making conversation, not fishing for information to relay to his mother. “That’s true.”
Kyle cleared his throat. “So, Meg. I’d still like to talk. It’s been four days.”
“I know,” she said, closing her eyes. She’d avoided him like a big, fat chicken, and he had every right to call her on it. It’s just that she had no idea what to say now that she’d gone and mucked everything up by sleeping with him.
But standing here with her eyes shut tight and his voice low in her ear, it was impossible not to remember the feather-light kiss he’d skimmed across her cheek when she’d gotten out of the car that night.
Meg swallowed hard and opened her eyes to see Kendall eyeing her curiously. “I’ve just been busy.”
“Running?”
“Running. And dealing with cookbook stuff and catering jobs and?—”
“So how about Friday evening?”
“Friday?”
“Sure. The day after tomorrow. Are you doing anything?”
“Actually, yes. I’m catering a bachelorette party Saturday and I have to prep a buttload of food for it. I’ll probably be at it all night since my assistant called this morning with the flu.”
“So I’ll be your assistant.”
