Scoring a Holiday Match (Mr. Match) by Delancey Stewart

Author:Delancey Stewart [Stewart, Delancey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-12-06T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 7

Lost and Found

Rose

I was not in the habit of answering the phone if it rang after ten p.m., unless it was work. And then only if I knew there was something going on that needed my attention. In my opinion, most things and people were not as urgent as they were made out to be. Most things, and most people, could easily wait.

And whoever was blowing up my phone at eleven on a Friday night as I sat out on my patio and mourned the loss of an opportunity that had turned my heart inside out in one short evening, with one brief kiss . . . Well, that person could probably wait.

Except something told me to answer the phone. That same thread of magic that had wound its way around Ash and me as we’d first met, and pulled us together all evening, was shimmering in the night sky on the patio now. It was a faint glow, like a whisper that made me do things I would not normally do.

I sighed and leaned back in my chair, picking up my phone. I should have just left the damned thing inside. No good came from phone calls late at night.

“Rose Gonzalez.” It was my business tone. Assertive and a tiny bit angry.

“Ah, yes. Hi. Hello. Ms. Gonzalez. I’m calling about an item you left behind this evening at the party.”

I knew I had not left anything behind at the party. Furthermore, I didn’t believe that any of the caterers or event staff were in possession of this particular voice. Deep, sexy, warm. Confident and cultured.

“Did I?” I decided to play along. “I seem to have all my possessions. What did I leave?”

“It’s a large item,” the voice said.

“Would you say it’s bigger than a breadbox?” That was something my mother had always asked when we played twenty questions on road trips when I’d been a kid.

“I don’t think most people know what a breadbox is anymore.”

“Really?”

“Do you have a breadbox?”

“Well, no.”

“Have you ever seen a breadbox, Ms. Gonzalez?”

“Actually, no.”

“Then how do we know how large one might be?”

“Want me to Google it?” I asked, laughing now, easing back onto the lounge chair where I sat. It was Ash. I didn’t know how he’d gotten my number, but I felt like I could talk to him about breadboxes all night and be happier than I’d felt in a long time.

“I think that would be cheating. Ask me something else.”

“Did you have a good time tonight, Ash?” I felt brave, sitting here in my own home, the night and its holiday magic wrapping around me as the stars burned bright overhead.

“I did,” he said, his voice lowering like a secret just for us. “Until it ended too early. And I let a woman I’d hoped to know better disappear like Cinderella, without getting her number.”

“But you must be very resourceful. You got it somehow.”

“Tallulah gave it to me. I didn’t know if you’d pick up this late.”

“Normally, I wouldn’t.”

“I wish we’d had a little more time together.

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