[W]hen Ben was kissing me, the whole world retreated. I felt things I'd never felt before, in places I never knew were connected.

But I was pretty sure that whatever was buzzing against my thigh was not normal. For one thing, it was ringing.

Ben dragged his mouth away from mine and mumbled a curse that was a little shocking and kind of hot.

"Ignore it," he said.

That was easy for him to say when his cell phone was rounding third base. If anyone got a home run tonight, I didn't want it to be Verizon Wireless.

Author: Rosemary Clement-Moore