SARAH
No matter how hard I try to relax, I can’t silence the thrumming of my heart against my hard ribs.
My lips thin into a frown, and my grip on the cellphone tightens. A little more, and I might just be able to break it into pieces.
Who is this person? What do they want from me? I haven’t heard from them since they called on Saturday night. Why now? When I am happy and about to have fun with the men I love the most?
I sigh at the thought and slide my phone back into my bag, zipping it shut. Ronan’s stare is hot against the skin of my neck. He’s been watching every move. Did he see the caller ID?
“Shouldn’t you get that?”
I search for the hint of suspicion in his voice. If there is any, it’s been carefully masked under a genuine concern.
I really hope I’m not wrong.
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