Smoke And Mirrors
“He wasn’t much a phone person and didn’t enjoy endless chatter, for no specific purpose. He was all about business. His calls consisted of money matters, checking in on his stable when he wasn’t on the premises, and other related matters. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d picked up the phone and called someone simply to shoot the shit…but now, he was seriously contemplating it, especially since he knew without a shadow of a doubt, she’d reached out first. He placed his cell in the palm of his hand, and ran his finger over the screen until he saw her number. Taking a deep breath, he sat back in his mustard yellow, leather chair and waited.
“Hello?”
“Hello Paris, how are you doing?”
The woman hesitated, a short silence followed by a light laugh.
“Smoke, how’d you get my number?”
“How’d you know it was me?” he retorted, derailing the situation before she even got started.
“I know your voice…”
“And you like it, right?” He grinned as he stretched out a bit, and crossed his leg over his thigh.
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