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 ...