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saw the ID.
    “What?” he demanded.
    Emma ignored his rudeness. “I just remembered. It’s margarita night at Los Dos. Pick me up in an hour, and I’ll take you—my treat.”
    “What is this determination to liquor me up?”
    “You need some release.”
    Sam did a quick flashback to the trailer, feeling both a hum and a pang. “I’ve been released. Trust me.”
    “Not sex, you nitwit. Energy release. You need to cleanse your aura.”
    “With two-for-one margaritas?” Sam shook his head at the ceiling. “Emma, go get laid. Please.”
    She sighed. “I can’t. Steve isn’t interested.” That was the part-time pharmacist Norm had hired, who was hot but so straight you could use him for a unit of measure. “I all but jumped him earlier tonight, and he actually recoiled. Come on, hon. We both need to get out. I’m worried about you, Sam.”
    “I’d be fine if you’d let me eat my dinner and watch my show.” Sam hung up on her.
    When the phone rang a third time, he was seriously pissed off.
    “I told you,” he said as he lifted the phone to his ear, “to go and get laid.”
    “I will take that under advisement,” a low, sexy and amused drawl purred into his ear. “Did you have anyone in mind, Sunshine?”
    Sam dropped his forkful of pot sticker and forgot, briefly, how to breathe. “Mitch?”
    “Hello, Sam. Are you, by any chance, missing a phone?”

Chapter Four
    For several seconds, Sam could do nothing but open and close his mouth like a fish.
    “Sam?” Mitch called again, more concerned and less amused.
    “Sorry.” Sam tried to pull himself together, but all he could think was Mitch, Mitch, Mitch. “I— How did you get this number?”
    “It’s on your phone. I tried the one listed work but got a machine. It said Biehl, though, in the name, and this was a Biehl number, so I took a chance. Thought I’d get your boss and not you.”
    “It’s my aunt and uncle’s pharmacy. I live in their basement. Just for now,” he added quickly, afraid he sounded pathetic. “Until I finish college.”
    “I take it our little adventure wasn’t discovered?”
    “Mostly,” Sam admitted.
    “Good.” The pitch of Mitch’s voice lowered. “That was a right pleasant buzz you gave me, Sunshine, all the way to Minneapolis.”
    Sam’s face went hot. “Oh?”
    “Oh yes.”
    Sam reached for the Pellegrino and took a big swig, not knowing what else to say. Why wasn’t he happy to get his phone back? He wasn’t feeling much—maybe he was in shock. He felt drunk. He eyed the bottle suspiciously, momentarily wondering if he’d grabbed vodka after all. No, only mineral water. It was Mitch making Sam woozy and weird.
    The silence stretched out. Sam cleared his throat so his voice wouldn’t break. “Where are you?”
    Mitch grunted. “I’m fifty-five miles from the middle of fucking nowhere, trapped in a stinking hole of a truck stop full of greasy old men drooling over magazines full of women with plastic tits while it rains like crazy outside. That’s where I am.”
    The image was horribly clear in Sam’s mind. “Sorry to hear that.”
    “Me too.” Mitch sighed. “So, what are you doing home on a Saturday night, Sunshine?”
    Sam glanced at the TV, where Gilles and his partner were frozen mid-dip. “Eating. Watching a show.”
    “Not out with—who was it? Darin?”
    Sam went still. “How do you know about Darin?”
    “He keeps texting you, wanting to know why you aren’t coming over. I can assure you he has lube, and the last text promised he cleaned up his apartment and bought beer. He’s also apparently very fond of the way your ass looks when it opens up. I have to say, I agree.”
    “Oh God.” Sam shut his eyes and sank into the couch. He’d forgotten Darin entirely in the drama of Mitch and his phone. Now Mitch was reading Darin’s X-rated texts? “Oh God .”
    Mitch laughed. “Sorry. They keep popping up, and I don’t know how to turn them off. It took me ten minutes to