Stripping off her gloves, she took Tom’s card out of her pocket and grabbed her cell phone, dialling his number with her thumb. Might as well get it over with. She’d have to take her medicine like a good girl and get the ball rolling.
“Tom.” The deep voice was clearly his, it shivered along her nerve endings like silk. She swallowed. “It’s Abby Foster.”
It actually does do a good job establishing the tone of their relationship thus far.
I got a lot written yesterday with tons of lightbulb moments and one go-for-the-tissues bit, so there may be hope for it yet.
Have a good weekend - consider yourself tagged if you haven't been already. I know I'm a bit slow in responding, and most of the people I would have tagged have participated already. :-)