The phone kept vibrating on the nightstand.
For a second I wasn’t sure if I was still dreaming, my heart was still racing, my body still warm from the images that clung to my memory. I blinked against the darkness until the glow of the screen steadied again.
Unknown Number.
I hesitated, then swiped to answer.
“Hello?”
“Good morning, lightning.”
Rafe’s voice, low and rough with sleep, slid through the line. The sound of it grounded me and unbalanced me all at once.
I had to look at my screen again, just for confirmation, just to be sure that I'm no longer dreaming.
I sat up. “Rafe? Where did you get my contact? You shouldn’t have my number.”
“You wrote it on the client form,” he said. “Figured I could use it for professional follow-up.”
He paused. “Though this isn’t exactly profes
