I sat on my bed and stared at the number in my contacts list. It should have been easy — just dial those ten digits, and….
But it wasn’t. I’d never cold-called a guy like this before. Yes, Chris had given me his number and told me to let him know when I was coming down to Phoenix. Even so, I found I was having a heck of a time working up the nerve to do it.
For Goddess’ sake, I told myself. You’re the prima of the McAllisters, and you don’t even have enough of a spine to call a guy?
Not just any guy. Chris Wilson, who was the best-looking guy I’d ever seen. And friendly. And nice.
And a civilian, so all this angst really isn’t getting you anywhere.
I scowled down at my phone. It was probably stupid to call, since I knew anything with him would of necessity be a dead end. But maybe it
