Did you talk to Freddie?” Her friend was waiting when she got to the coffee shop the next morning, asking the question before she even sat down. “Whoa!” Lauren’s eyes widened. “What’s that on your neck?” Samantha’s hand went to cover the offensive spot. “Cody can get carried away sometimes.” He’d been almost frantic in his efforts to please her last night. “For God’s sake, nobody does hickeys any more. That’s so juvenile!” Samantha shrugged. “I’ll dab on a bit more makeup when I get to the office.” “Good idea. So back to Freddie. Did you talk to him? Did you check him out? You know, about the nickname?” “Yes and no. I honestly forgot to look at his...you know. But I did talk to him. As a matter of fact we walked a couple of blocks together.” “So what did you find out? Really, Samantha, do I have to drag it out of you word by word?” “There’s not much to tell.” Unless you count the gorgeous eyes and the charming, old-fashioned manners.
