Reading through his college orientation materials, Sam glanced at his phone for the 57th time in the last, well, 57 minutes. Candace had said she would call him, right? He debated whether to call her. It was almost 9:00 PM. No. She had clearly said she would call him. He just needed to be patient.
She would call.
Probably.
But what if she didn’t?
Sam put his hands on his head and leaned back in his chair. This was useless! He had read the same page of his orientation packet a dozen times and still had no comprehension of what it said. His mind was clearly elsewhere…
His phone rang.
He fumbled for it instantly, knocking it to the ground. It rang again.
Damn it! he thought.
It rang a third time as he got out of his chair and ducked under his desk, fishing around with his hand.
As it rang a fourth time, his hand brushed against it. He pulled it out. It was about to go to voicemail! He hit the green button just in time.
“Hello?” he said, breathless from his brief struggle with the phone—and the excitement of finally receiving the call he’d been waiting for all evening.
“Hi! Catching you at a bad time?” asked Candace, probably picking up on his huffing and puffing.
“Not at all!” he said, a little too eagerly. He mentally kicked himself. Calm down, you idiot!
“Sorry to call so late, I just got some news from the doctor, and my parents and I weren’t exactly sure what to make of it. They’re pretty worried, and I’m a little freaked out too.”
“Why? What happened?” Sam’s heart lurched at the possibility that there might be something wrong with Candace.
“Nothing, really. They just said they found something unusual with my blood. They want me to do a bunch more tests. They said that it wasn’t like I had a disease or anything. They apparently aren’t really sure what’s going on with me. I feel great, though!”
“So your parents are worried?”
“Yeah, they’re like freaking out, even though I keep telling them I feel totally fine.”
“Did you tell them what you told me? About how you’re feeling and stuff?”
“Are you kidding? Of course not. They’re already in overprotective mode. If I tell them about anything strange, they’ll assume that it’s a sign of my imminent death or something. They’ll probably never let me leave the house again!”
“Yeah. If I were them, I’d probably do the same thing.” Sam cursed himself mentally. That was a stupid thing to say.
“Yeah, ‘cause you’re my guardian angel,” Candace said, her voice taking a husky, velvet tone that sent shivers all the way to Sam’s fingertips. Okay, so maybe that hadn’t been such a bad thing to say.
There was a long pause as Sam tried to think of what to say next. The change in Candace’s voice had made him think of a lot of different things. Words weren’t among them.
“This is the part where you ask me out,” said Candace, her voice now turning more playful.
Holy shit!
Ask. Out? Was this for real? Three days ago, if this phone conversation had happened, Sam would have believed he were being pranked by a radio station. Okay, so he still half expected a “just kidding” coming in the near future. But that was a risk completely worth taking for the mere possibility of a date with Candace!
“So what did you have in mind?” Sam said. He didn’t want to suggest something she didn’t want to do…
“Dinner maybe? Tomorrow night?”
“Yeah! Absolutely! How about 7:00?”
“Sounds great! See you then. I promise I’ll wear something nice…” she said, her voice taking on that same sexy purr for the last part. He could practically hear her wink.
Sam was sweating as he hung up the phone. This was beyond his wildest imagination. The girl he’d had a crush on for the last four years was practically asking him out.
He flopped on his bed, butterflies not only fluttering but having a full-on flapping contest in his stomach.
His heart was filled with that best kind of dread imaginable.
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