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Sloan stays on my mind as the weekend rolls in

It’s not smart

By Saturday night, I’ ? Who is she with? What would she do if I called? Any chance she’s thinking of me?

My head is fucked up I need to shut that down

I hit some of the hotel bars, convinced that if I don’t wake up alone on Sunday, I’ll be able to approach Sloan on Monday with a fresh, less fixated head Despite three tourist traps and a couple of flirty conversations, I can’t get interested enough to leave with a warm body The woo to bed with less talk, apparently But none of the, or driven They’re self-absorbed Finding their happiness seeger We have goals

Or hell,I didn’t meet anyone who flipped my switch It happens I was in the mood for a redhead and I didn’t find one, so I left End of story

Why is a redhead suddenly at the top of your must-do list?

I’ that

Monday I stare atIt doesn’t As the hours slip by,on her organizationalme for some other reason?

As I’ an advertising-strategy and budget , my phone vibrates in my pocket

I pull it free Sloan She’s calling

“Hey,” I greet “I wondered if I’d hear from you Hoas your Monday?”

“Thank god you answered It was horrible I waited to talk to you until I got home I know it’s late in Phoenix, but…do you have a minute?”

“For you? Of course Make any progress on our mystery?”

“Yes and no I’ that happened today Granted, I haven’t worked here forever, so I don’t know everything about this place, but I’ve never seen behavior like this”