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Sadie turned out to be right, of course, which usually happened in Stone’s world with the woman. The address book and Jake’s cellphone number were exactly where she had said they would be. Once he retrieved the address book and looked up Jake’s phone number, Stone punched the number into his cellphone, listened to two rings, and then heard Jake’s deep and sexy voice. “Worthington.” “Jake, it’s Stone Daye. I’m having problems with my upstairs tub again. Any way you can take a look at it?” “As a matter of fact, I can. Some jackass just cancelled an appointment on me. I’ll be right over, if I can get through the snow. I have a truck, though, which will probably get me there without any problems. If I can’t make, I’ll call you.” Right over meant almost forty minutes later, not that Stone m