I'd barely gotten back into the city limits when my phone started to vibrate. And vibrate. And vibrate. I finally pulled over onto the shoulder of the road and pulled it out. It was Noah, which I suppose I could have put together from the multiple calls. It could only be him or Charles that would keep calling.
“Yes?"
“The next time I send you a text or call you, especially if it's three times in a row, and you don't answer me promptly there will be consequences, Amanda. Do you understand?"
I hadn't had a male figure growing up, but if this is what kids felt when their dads or stepdad or uncles or whatever reprimanded them, it was terrible. And shame on them for doing it. Because my stomach dropped out of my a*s and I found I had sweaty-glove-hand. And I never had that. “Yeah."
“I can't
