“What do you mean you put him on hold?” Charlotte asked. “That was him?”
Panic built inside Riley’s chest. “He found me.”
“He must be really interested.” Charlotte smiled and shook her head, clearly trying to understand why Riley had a death grip on the phone and wouldn’t pick it up. Riley had no explanation for her. She didn’t understand anything right now.
She knew Evan Garfield could most certainly not be interested in her. He was the lead singer for Georgia Panic, a world-famous band that had just finished their multi-billion dollar tour right here in Getaway Bay.
She’d berated herself for three days that she hadn’t recognized him. Had to be the beanie, the sneak.
And he’d emailed her, asking for her number and to go out for another latte. She’d ignored him, hoping that would be t
