Ty rolled his eyes even though she couldn’t see him. “Thank you. Though I can’t really call her my girlfriend. Yet.” He would like to, though, and that surprised him. He hadn’t thought he was in the market for a more serious relationship, but Imogen had him thinking all kinds of crazy thoughts.

“Alright, let me off this phone so I can run around and do all this extra work you just dumped in my lap with no warning.”

It was a good thing she did her job without complaining. Ty grinned. They did work well together, despite her grousing and his protesting. “Thank you, gorgeous. I’ll make it up to you.”

“Sure you will. I wait with bated breath for that. Please.” But then she ruined the bite of her remarks by adding, “And if I can’t find the notes for Much Ado on audio, just call me and I’ll walk you through the story. I’ve always been fond of old Will.”

Ty was touched by that and he smiled. “Thanks, I appreciate it. You are a dream, Toni.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

“OH, boy,” was Tamara’s opinion when Imogen admitted to her two friends she had slept with Ty.

“You shitting me?” Suzanne asked. “Was he any good?”

They were in a Mexican restaurant that had beco me their favorite haunt for cheesy food and the occasional margaritas. Tamara looked worried, Suzanne gleefully pleased.

Imogen sucked down her drink nervously and nodded. She had felt compelled to share her night with Ty with her friends, but now she felt strangely uncomfortable that she had.

Suzanne grinned. “Like he took you to regions on the passion chart previously uncharted good, or like taking a bubble bath kind of good? You know, relaxing and satisfying, but not something you’re going to remember a week later.”

Clearing her throat, she willed herself not to blush. “The first one.”

Now Suzanne laughed. “Yee haw. That’s what I’m talking about. So, what is he like? Is he hung?”

“Suz!” Tamara protested, dropping her fork onto her plate. “I don’t think that’s any of our business.”

“Why not?” Suzanne looked unfazed.

Imogen didn’t really want to discuss Ty’s penis size with her friends, but she had to admit, Suzanne’s enthusiasm for the event was helpful. She was feeling a little strange about their night together herself. She was so glad she had experienced what she had with him, and she had enjoyed herself immensely, both physically and emotionally. Which was the crux of her concern.

She liked Ty.

She always had.

Even when she had tried to convince herself she was just physically attracted to him, she had known all along that she had a bit of a crush on him.

Now that she had gotten, well, down and dirty with him, that crush had amplified, and that scared her.