I groaned as the phone set off once again, vibrating like it was the newest and most effective vibrator on the f*****g planet. It had been going off non-stop since last night, buzzing and rattling inside the drawer like some persistent demon. And while I loved the fact that Cora hadn’t asked for it back, that she clearly had no inclination to talk to that dickhead, he didn’t seem to get the f*****g message.
With another long, drawn-out groan, I sat up in bed, rubbing a tired hand over my face. My eyes were gritty, my body sore, but the relentless buzzing made it impossible to fall back asleep. I threw a glare toward the dresser where the damn thing was tucked away, willing it to just stop. And for a brief, blissful second, it did. The vibration cut off abruptly, the drawer going still and
