I raised an eyebrow. “I’m impressed.” But getting back to the number exchange . . . I picked up my phone. “What’s your number?” He smiled as he ran it off to me, and I entered it in and shot him a quick text. Nice shirt. His phone beeped and he pulled it out of his pocket. He smiled when he read the message. He replied. You’re still wearing the robe. I chuckled. “Just so you know, I’m saving your name in my phone as SAF.” “Saf? What does that mean?” “Sexy as fuck.” He sipped his vodka, smiling. “I’m saving yours as Still Wearing the Fucking Robe.”
