Sleep eluded Breanna, so she channel surfed, trying to find anything that would either keep her interested enough so she’d stop thinking about Cal and their sexy kiss, or boring enough to lull her to sleep. She propped up her pillow against the headboard, and settled on, what else, but a home decorating show. She loved learning new things, like what color pallets were in trend, but after a while, she lost interest and found a travel station. It was highlighting Hawaii, which reminded her of Jake the Snake, so she clicked past, settling on a cooking show that would hopefully take her mind off of her botched wedding.
Her phone started vibrating, drawing her away from learning how to make beef stroganoff. It was Cal. She crumpled against the pillow, holding the phone in her hand.
“I hope I didn’t wake you,” he said in a cool, tempered voice.
She took a slow breath before answering, fighting to keep her voice steady. “No, I was having trouble getting to sleep and was watching someone prepare beef stroganoff.”
“I got pulled over tonight for speeding,” he said, followed by a throaty laugh.
“Oh, oh. How much is that going to set you back?” she teased.
“Nothing—she let me off with a warning.” His voice held an authentic quality. One she really admired.
“Cal … I really enjoyed our date tonight, but I know things haven’t been easy for you with the divorce, and all. You don’t have to wine and dine me. I’m good with microwave popcorn and a rented movie.” She played with a loose thread on her pajamas.
“I appreciate that. I really do. And, I might just have to take you up on that. When I got home I had a certified letter waiting for me. Looks like Liza wants more money. She’s trying to work it out between us before we get the attorneys involved, or so she said.” His remarks were on the border of becoming snide, and she didn’t blame him a bit.
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