“Have you ever heard of such a thing as a phone?" I snapped. "You could have called so we knew you weren't dead."

My anger bounced off him. "I see my diabolical plan has worked," he observed.

"What plan?" I asked with narrow eyes.

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Tone down the outpouring affection, Remington, or I might get the wrong idea and kiss you.”