QUOTE : You cannot be serious.”<br /><br /> “I am.”<br /><br /> “You need another favor?” It’s two weeks after the Vail trip and a week since I saw him last—when I did laundry at his house. And other stuff. “Don’t you still owe me two favors?”<br /><br /> “So I’ll owe you three, which is a big deal. You could cash in three favors for one really big favor.”<br /><br /> Yes. Yes, my mind does instantly detour into the gutter.<br /><br /> “I don’t know,” I mumble.<br /><br /> “Chloe. I’m not even making this up. I really need your help.”<br /><br /> “What is it? I’m not getting on an airplane.”<br /><br /> “Meet me at the book store down the street. At 18th and Walnut.”<br /><br /> “The book store?” I ask, my voice dripping sarcasm. “Really, Boyd? Are you being serious right now or is this one of your weird come-on lines? ‘Oh, Chloe, I’ll do your laundry,’” I purr into the phone in a sexy voice. “‘Chloe, I have an emergency at the book store. Hurry,’” I add in the same tone. “Please, Boyd,” I finish, my voice back to snarky.<br /><br /> He laughs, his voice a throaty chuckle over the phone, and I can picture his smile as he does. I wonder if he shaved today or if he’s sporting the day-old scruff look. “No, this is legitimate. Hurry up.” Then he hangs up on me before I can object again.<br /><br /> What a weirdo.<br /><br /> But I put my shoes on all the same.