Rhysand
The phone on my desk chimed, and I rushed towards it, my heartbeat spiked at the thought of someone in particular sending me a message.
I scowled in disappointment at the message from Payne, telling me he might be out of town for a little while.
What did I care right now, when she wasn't even talking to me, but still, I texted a reply thanking him for the heads-up?
I stared at my phone like an i***t, my work forgotten, waiting for a reply that never came.
No texts or missed calls. No acknowledgment of the flowers. Nothing. Bridgette hadn’t said a word to me throughout the day and not even about the flowers.
Which was highly unusual, especially if she had found out the price of the flower.
Still, there was not a single text or a comment. Not even a raised brow when she saw me
