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.
