“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be going on and on. Especially when I’m here and you’re—” “Still in Cedar Falls?” She chuckles. “Don’t you dare hold out on me. I want to hear everything. Let me live vicariously through you. What about the men? Tell me all about them.” “You’d die. Finely tailored suits and dress shirts rolled up to the elbows.” “Forearm porn. Yummy.” “Definitely forearm porn. But it’s so much more than that. They’re educated and refined with a little bit of street thrown in. Ugh. Each one I meet is better than the next.”
