Gina silenced Owen’s call, rationalizing that she’d be late for her appointment if she took it.
It could be something quick, she thought, but she shoved her phone in the side pocket of her purse and reached for the door handle to the building where her therapist worked.
It could be something quickShe checked in—four minutes early—and sat down to wait. Deciding to text Owen, she pulled out her phone and typed, Sorry, almost time for my appointment. Call you after?
Sorry, almost time for my appointment. Call you after?Sure, he responded with almost immediately. I just wanted to talk about us.
SureI just wanted to talk about us.Fear struck Gina right behind the eyes. She knew what Owen wanted. He wanted her to stay on the island. Show some commitment to him and them and everything.
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