Rachael smiled at him as she withdrew her phone from the pocket of her cutoff shorts.  “What’s your number?” she asked, easily punching it into her phone and clicking the Send button.  “Now you have mine too,” she smiled at him.  “Give me a call sometime and we’ll set up a time for you to come by and see the apartment,” she said.  Rachael looked at Andrew again, her eyes lingering over his broad chest and narrow hips.  “Or I’m free now if you want to see it,” she offered.