Myrna answered her office phone on its second ring. "Doctor Myrna Evans, Psychology Department."
"Myrna. Ah. It's really you."
All the blood drained from her face. "Brian?"
"It's so good to hear your voice."
"How did you find me?"
"Trey looked you up on the Internet by checking the faculty lists of the universities around Kansas City. You aren't hard to find." He fell silent for a moment. "Are you mad that I called?"
She couldn't lie and pretend she was anything but delighted to hear from him. She was disturbed that she was so easy to find. She wasn't hiding from Brian, but there was another man she didn't want to find her. Ever.
"No," she said. "I'm not mad."
"Will you meet me somewhere?"
"What? Now? Are you in Kansas City?"
He chuckled. Her breath caught and her nipples tightened. How could the simple sound of his laugh turn her on?
"No, I'm in Oregon for the entire weekend. More tour dates. I'll send you a plane ticket."
