At five thirty pm, I walk out of work like a zombie. After Sawyer’s last words on the phone, I had a heart attack. I died. If I hadn’t died from his sexy voice, I would’ve after imagining him at home, naked. Talking to me.
Zombie Evie gets herself home and changes into comfy clothes—stretchy leggings, oversized sweatshirt—and plays on her phone. I can’t get the guys out of my head. I end up staring at my laptop, emptying my personal email inbox. Ninety percent of my life I spend staring at screens. Maybe it’s about time I got out and did something. Or someone. Or two someones…
My phone rings and I almost drop it. I didn’t realize I was holding it. It’s Bear. Now I know I’m in the afterlife.
“Hello?”
“Hey baby,” Bear rumbles. His voice is chocolate fudge ice cream covered in chocolate s
