“I thought you forgot about me, Princess Addie.”

“Does that happen often?” Addie laughs. Even over the phone her laughter rings out and seems to grab me. It’s the strangest thing. I wanted to strangle her yesterday. I sure didn’t see myself enjoying her company. One lunch with her and everything turned around. I found myself disappointed when she didn’t call me about her interview. I hold the phone out from my ear and check the time. It’s almost eleven. I knew it was getting late, but I’m glad she called just the same.

Of course hearing her voice while I’m naked in bed might not be a good thing. I reach down and adjust my cock which is waking up with just the sound of her laughter. I guess it could also be a good thing… better if she were in bed with me…

“Does what happen?” I ask, bringing my mind back to our conversation and not my cock which is now starting to more than wake up—it’s practically standing at attention.

“Your crisis in confidence.”

“Afraid I’m not following, Princess.”

“I’d wager to guess that not many women ever forget you, Black.”

“There’s been one or two I wish would. Does that count?” I ask her, my mind instantly shifting to my crazy ex, Linda Jones.

…annnnd just like that my cock deflates.

The bitch is still messing with my life almost a year later.

“Totally counts,” Addie whispers, and I try to concentrate on her voice. It’s warm and sleepy and she sounds so sweet—deceptively so, since she’s given me hell like no other woman I’ve met—including my mother.

“How did today go?” I ask, when she doesn’t say anything more.

“Good, I think. There are several others being interviewed so I can’t be positive, but they told me I made their short list and would be in contact with me no later than next week.”

“Damn. The world of landscaping must be pretty demanding. I had no idea.”

“You’d be surprised.”

“I guess so, but then I’m just a poor country boy. I usually mow my own grass. Except when I lived in Dallas, my HOA fees paid for lawn care.”

“You lived in Dallas?”

“Yeah for a while. I’ve only been back in Mason for a little while.”

“And already in the position you’re in. That’s pretty impressive, Black.”

“If you think that’s impressive, you should see my—”

“I think it’d be best if you didn’t finish that sentence,” she laughs. I close my eyes and it’s easy to imagine her smile and those gray eyes of hers twinkling, her blonde hair draped over a pillow. It’s entirely too easy to imagine that hair lying over my dick….

“What are you wearing right now?” I ask her, grinning.

“You so did not just ask me that,” she laughs.

“But, I did.”

“What do you want me to be wearing?” she says and she giggles.

Damn I really like it when she giggles.

My first answer is, “me”. That answer is probably not what I should say since we barely know each other. Besides, I don’t know her well enough yet. She could turn into another Linda and I’m not sure I can survive another crazy ex-girlfriend.

“I’m thinking those overalls. You know, the beige ones like Jason wears in all of those millions of movies he kills people in.”

“You want me to be wearing blood stained overalls…”

“Well not bloodstained. There’s a lot to be said for cleanliness.”

“You’re a freak, you know that?”

“That’s my brother, Blue.”

“You have a brother named Blue?”

“Yep, we’re twins. Although the older we get the easier it is to tell us apart. Plus, his hair… the boy has no style.”

“You have a twin brother?”

“Yeah. Though just between you and me, I’m much bigger in size.”

“You’re not talking about height are you?”

“I’ll leave that to your imagination, darlin’,” I joke.

“I don’t know if I should be more scared that there are two of you in the world, or that I’m enjoying our conversations so much.”

“Make no mistake, Princess Addie, there’s only one of me.”

“So I assume you two fight a lot and that’s why they call you Black and Blue?”

“Fight with Blue? Nah, he’s too quiet to fight with.”

“Talking with you makes my head hurt,” she whispers.

“You should talk to my Mom sometime,” I laugh.

“I better get to sleep,” she murmurs while yawning.

I want to tell her no, because I really am enjoying talking to her. I can’t remember the last time that I just talked to a girl on the phone and it made me happy. That’s a clear sign that Addie might mean trouble for me, but I’m not sure I care. It’s been a really long time since a woman has appealed to me this much.

“Sweet dreams, Princess Addie.”

“Sweet dreams, Black.”

She hangs up the phone and I’m left holding mine wishing she was still on the other side.

She’s definitely going to be trouble.