THIRTY-ONE
What was that sound? She knew that noise, what… Mmm, the bed was so comfortable. On her front, with her face buried in the pillow, Roxie didn’t want to move. But that stupid noise…
Stretching toward the nightstand behind her head, she fumbled the phone from the dock. She switched it to the other hand and answered the call with only one eye open for a couple of seconds.
“What?” she mumbled, dropping the phone to the pillow next to hers.
“What happened to drunk phone s*x?”
Her lips curled, though her face stayed in its cloud of comfort. “Casanova,” she purred, real pleasure seeping through her.
“So you do remember who I am. What happened? Your girls came back and you bolted.”
“We got your present. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Did you drink it?” No, she hadn’t. It was in on
