Eva’s phone buzzed in her gray Michael Kor’s handbag as it slid down the TSA conveyor belt at the International Airport. She heard it continue to buzz, vibrating a siren song, that more text messages were incoming. That sound spread an indescribable feeling through her body. She smiled, sweetly, knowingly, and a bit sarcastically – Eva knew who it was, and she knew it drove him wild when he couldn’t reach her immediately. As she fast-walked towards the gate, Ev...