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"What?" I mumbled into the receiver, still ?" Heath’s aht, this et up and brew yourself a pot of coffee because I have your winner and he wants to roaned "He can wait I’m half dead, Heath Can’t we do this to--I haven’t done laundry for--"

"No can do, doll He has to fly to the east coast on business first thing tomorrow He won’t be back until the end of the week"

"Heath…"

"Come on I’ve reserved a private conference room at the Westin South Coast Plaza"

I remembered my one serious skirt--a crisp business pencil skirt--was at the bottonition And my iron was broken

"I have to ironmy iron when I pick you up"

"I don’t have a board, either"

"Then use the table, for chrissakes Listen, I’m not here to solve your first-world, heterosexual feet with the progra It occurred to me that he didn’t tell ot up, showered, styledto the inevitable, pulled it back into a ponytail because it wasn’t cooperating My makeup went on satisfactorily and I was in my blouse--white, tailored button-down--and skivvies when Heath showed up He didn’t have his iron

"What the hell, Heath?"

"I couldn’t find it I think that stupid little twerp swiped it when he packed his crap and left" He referred to the recent deood breakup and Heath was still nursing the broken heart from it

I shot him a puzzled look "Who steals an iron?"

"Spoiled little brats like Brian, that’s who"

I sighed and glanced atit up in the shower and run the hot water?" he asked

"Give my skirt a shower?"

"The steam will take some of the wrinkles out A dryer works, too"

"Well I don’t have a dryer, so I guess stea to have to do Do you think it ork?"