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“Fine.” I laughed. Closing my laptop, I spun around in my chair. “Did you guys get the investors?”

“Carter’s got them coming to tour the site and look around the town.”

“Lauren said there’s a bunch of interest from stores wanting to come in. That’s a good sign, right?”

“I think the risk will eventually pay off. We just gotta convince some more people with money to get behind it.”

“Is it possible the thing doesn’t get finished?”

“Let’s not talk about that. It’s not why I called.”

“Tell me it’s not possible. We can’t let that asshole win after all this.”

“Hon, I’ll do everything in my power to not let that happen,” he said in a placating tone that I hated.

“I know.”

“How’s the writing going?”

I dreaded the question. “Not that great,” I admitted. “I’m behind and ignoring my editor.”

“Well, what’s wrong?”

“My characters don’t have any heat,” I said and let out a sigh.

“Feed them some spicy peppers, then.”

I laughed. “No, not like that.”

“Oh, you mean heat of the sexy variety,” he said, voice low, the vibrations reverberating through me and landing south. If my characters did that, my problems would be over.

“Yes,” I said, my cheeks burning.

He laughed. “I can hear you blushing through the phone.

“No, you can’t.” I laughed.

“Yeah, you are.” Jonah laughed.

He was correct, but I’d never admit it.

“I was just calling to see if you were going to trivia night?” he asked.

“Does that mean you’re going to stop working long enough to?”

“Yeah…”

“But?”

“What makes you think there’s a but?”

“Because there is.”

He sighed into the phone. “I have an early morning, so I can’t stay late.”

“Are you sure your mom will let you go out on a school night?” I teased.

“I need my beauty sleep. We all can’t work from our home computers.”