'I painted something for you,' she admitted. Is some kind of code? Does she know? 'What makes you wonder if I like angels?' 'Your screen name.' Duh. Hey, do you like angels by any chance.' Julianne froze at the question. 'So how are your paintings coming along?' 'Oh I finished one yesterday, actually.

How would you explain how you know that? I wonder if she saw me? She needed to find some kind of topic. 'They're almost over.' Julianne was about to give away the ending, but snapped her mouth shut. 'I can let you get back to that,' Julianne suggested. I forgot she was going to be watching that. Did I interrupt anything?' 'Just watching the Movie Awards.' Damnit. Where the hell is that backspace key when you need it? Hastily, she changed the subject, 'So what are you up to. Why do I insist on digging my own grave? 'Oh, so I guess that means you don't want my sexy body?' She closed her eyes as the words left her mouth. Every time, a little something different.' Julianne smiled as she noticed the trace of a faint accent. 'Yes, we put on a performance each time the phone rings. 'So, is that how you guys generally answer the phone?' Kris laughed. Please don't let me say something really stupid. Are you still there?' 'Yeah, I'm here,' Julianne assured her. 'What a nice first impression,' Kris's voice returned. She wants my sexy body, huh? Or maybe it wasn't body. In spite of her nervousness, she was slightly amused. Julianne stared at the receiver for a moment, before putting it back on her ear.

Followed by what sounded like dinosaurs screeching. She wants your sexy bo-' Another loud thud.

The Blind Side of Love Ingrid Diaz 'Hi, Julia?' a different voice said.

The Blind Side of Love by Ingrid Díaz