Body Check

Doug was calling.

Again.

Hayden stared at his name on her screen, knowing she needed to answer the damn phone. Sure, she’d called him back last week, but she’d phoned in the afternoon, knowing he would be in a seminar for the summer course he was teaching. Maybe it made her a chicken, but she hadn’t been ready to talk to him yet, opting instead to leave a brief message on his machine.

She hadn’t mentioned Brody in the message, either, mostly because the thought of telling Doug about Brody—on his voicemail no less—had made her palms grow damp. It would’ve been one thing if the situation with Brody hadn’t gone beyond that first night, but it had. Their one-night stand had turned into an actual fling.