s**t, even thinking about her made him hard. This was ridiculous. Matt decided to go upstairs, take a shower and by then, he'd have made up his mind about calling.
Twenty minutes later, dressed in comfortable sweat pants and a t-shirt, Matt was downstairs again, the phone in his hand and he was staring at the number he'd stuck on the fridge with the kids' magnets. He shouldn't call; it wasn't fair to ring her. f**k it. He punched the numbers in and pressed the dial button, listening as it began to ring. It went straight to voicemail.
“Hi, you've reached Emily Coulter. I'm not available right now, please leave your name, and number after the tone and I'll get back to you.”
His stomach dropped, even as he disconnected without leaving a message. Dropping the cell phone onto the bench, he o
