““Grab your phone from the truck before you go in,” he said. “Why?” “So I can send you suggestive and encouraging texts when you take too long with the party planning of course.” “Of course,” she said. “I really might have to revamp my whole not-thinking plan and put you in charge.” He lifted his hands. “I’m willing and able,” he said, then sketched a bow. When he stood, he slid his phone out and handed it to her. “To put in your number,” he said when she looked confused. “Oh, right.” She did as he asked, then that mischievous light sparkled in her eyes as she took a moment and typed in a little more before turning it off and handing it back to him. “What was that last bit?” “Just helping to get that encouraging conversation going.” She left him standing there, looking down at his phone then at her retreating back as she headed back around to the parking lot and her truck. He pocketed the phone without reading the message, thinking he should probably be alone when that happened. And possibly naked. “Yes, much better when we don’t think.” He planned to do his best to keep them both not thinking for at least the remainder of that day and, if he was lucky, all of the night, too.””
