Over the weekend, Nico had to stop himself half a dozen times from texting Rebecca, asking for hints.
But then, on Sunday night, he was surprised to get a text from her.
*I have some ideas about tomorrow, but I wanted to ask... do you have any phobias? I don't want to plan for skydiving and find out you're deathly afraid of heights.*
He'd chuckled aloud. *You've been in my office," he'd texted back. *I wouldn't be on the eighth floor if I was afraid of heights. :) No phobias.*
*Okay, good to know,* she'd replied.
*Are we going skydiving, then?* he asked.
*Nope. I'm not exactly afraid of heights but jumping out of a plane is way outside of my comfort level, and I don't want to have a heart attack watching you do it, either.*
He'd been oddly touched by that remark. *I'm okay with n
