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Simone “I'm trying to get a hold of Simone Carter," a silky smooth, male voice crooned into my phone. “Speaking," I managed to say. Was this who I thought it was? Could it possibly be Nick f*cking Morgan calling me? I was sure that my strangled voice sounded like a mouse. My heart was pounding out of my chest. “Wonderful," he answered. “I'm not sure if you remember me, but we met a few weeks ago at an open house, and you gave me your card." Me not remember Nick f*cking Morgan? It was laughable! “Of course, I remember," I said as calmly as I could. “Are you ready to start looking for a house?" “You have no idea," he said slowly. “Would you be available this afternoon?" Was I mentally prepared to be alone in a room with my teenage idol? At this point, life couldn't get any weirder.