SUE HAD A MINOR STROKE and had to be airlifted to hospital. The scare left Bryce rattled internally.
To make things worse, the black phone vibrated. Bryce was painfully aware of Belle’s increasing phone phobia, so he made sure she never heard it ring.
He was pacing the hospital corridor when it jiggled. He picked it up and gave the usual laconic answer: ‘Wolf.’
Belle rounded the corner with a cup of coffee for him. He smiled warmly, hoping to deflect her suspicion, but she cottoned on.
He had the black phone to his ear, his personal phone was silver, so Belle was always able to tell.
She kept her distance, a smile frozen on her face.
When he closed the phone, he came over to cuddle her.
‘It’s just a minor domestic,’ he said. ‘Wanna come to Sydney with me?’
‘When?’
‘Second week of
