First-Time Caller (Heartstrings, #1)

by B.K. Borison

This woman. “No. I do not read people’s palms over the radio. I am also not a cult leader.” “You heard that, huh?” “It’s incredible what you can hear when someone says something into a speaker.”

“Alan Alda.” A laugh bursts out of me. “What?” “This is why I didn’t want to tell you.” I can’t stop laughing. Both at her answer and at the defiant look on her face. “How old is he? Like eighty?” “He’s eighty-eight and I’m not crushing on him now, obviously.” She pauses. “Nineteen seventy-four Alan Alda. Hawkeye Pierce was a babe.”

I’m sure I look like a raccoon that’s been in some sort of street fight over a pizza crust after sleeping on the couch in full makeup, but Aiden is looking at me like I’m a bag of contraband coffee shoved into a cookie tin.