"You work out naked?"

"Sometimes."

"I actually am interested."

"Thought so. You imagining it?"

Cait hesitated. "Maybe. How do you feel about that?"

"I don't know. I mean I don't mind, I wouldn't have said anything if I did." Vi chewed her lip again and brushed her hair back with her free hand. It was getting just long enough to get in her face too much sometimes. "I think maybe I like the idea of you thinking about me."

"That's a good sign."

"Mmhm."

"And are you thinking about me?"

"Mostly my mom still."

Cait laughed uproariously on the other end of the phone. "Just what a girl loves to...