Page 109 of Love Undiscovered
He sighs. “God, it’s good to hear your voice.”
“Back at you,” I say.
“Look, I don’t want to spoil our conversation with bringing this up, but I want you to be very careful if you ever see Helen again.”
“Why? Did something happen?” I ask.
“I don’t want to bore you with the details,” he says. “But suffice it to say that she did some things that would not be considered sane in most countries after we broke up.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. What happened? Er, no, that’s really not my business.”
“It’s okay, and it is your business. It’s just,” he takes a deep breath, then sighs. “I wasn’t completely honest with you before. About Helen.”
“Honest about what?”
“She can be violent and vindictive. Breaking and entering, property destruction, attempted poisoning. It’s not good. I just want you to be careful. She’s not right in the head and she won’t get help.”
“Ohmigod, Chance!” I say.
“Don’t worry about me,” he says. “I just want to make sure that none of her craziness gets fixated on you. I still don’t know how it was that she was at the Night Moves show and then to have her just show up when you are out to lunch with hercousin,it’s too convenient. It makes me uncomfortable.”
“I understand,” I say.
“I’m going to have someone keep an eye on her. Mostly to make sure she stays away from you.”
“What about you?”
“I’m not worried about me. Plus, I have a restraining order, though it’s more to show I’ve taken action than it is a protective measure.”
“I totally get it.”
“Oh yeah? I’ve got something you can get,” Chance says.
“Is that a come on?” I laugh.
“Depends. Did it work?”
“You know, I think it did.”
“Where are you right now?” he asks.
“I’m at home.”
“Where in your house?”
“In bed.”
“Mmm, I gotta say, beautiful, there is nothing that I like more than the thought of you in your bed,” he says. “Are you wearing one of those crazy little skimpy silk outfits you call pajamas?”
“If I were, what would you say?”
“Fuuucckkk.”
I giggle softly. Then decide to go where no man has gone before. At least not in my house. Or at least where I’ve not gone before.
“How do you feel about phone sex?” I ask.
“Mmmm,” he says. “Are you asking a question or making a suggestion, because my hand has been down my pants since I first heard your voice.”
