Chapter 27
GrahamMy urgent, Pavlovian response to my ringing phone nearly sent me sprawling n***d and wet across the Italian marble of my bathroom. I didn’t recognize the Dallas number popping up, but answered it anyway.
“Hello?”
I snatched a towel off the rack and stepped carefully into the carpeted master bedroom.
“Graham! You still have the same number. I thought I’d take a chance.”
“Trista. God, it was a surprise to see you today.”
“I know. Me too. How are you?”
“Great. Things are good.”
A sick feeling settled over me. Why would Trista want to talk to me after all this time?
“I’m glad. I thought I’d call and catch up.”
“Oh, great.”
The last time I’d seen Trista, tears trailed salty streaks down her cheeks, and she called me a bastard who was wasting her time.
After a year o
