I went to sleep that night with my phone in hand.
I waited for him to call like he said he would. I waited even though I told myself not to. My hands found my phone the moment I lay on my bed, my eyes fixed on his contact. Hell, I even considered texting Rowan, but later decided against it. If he said he would call, then he would.
I fell asleep with that mindset.
The moment my eyes fluttered open the next morning, my phone was the first thing I reached for. A frown settled on my face—no missed calls, no messages.
Did this mean he hadn’t finished handling whatever was going on, or did he forget to call me?
Either way, I couldn’t hide the disappointment hovering over me so early in the day. I tossed my phone to the far side of the bed and strolled into the bathroom. If this was how he w
