Rick's heart skipped.
And just like that… Roxanne was back in his thoughts.
There was no way this was just a coincidence. It had to be her. But to be sure, Rick knew he had to call the number back.
Not here though—not with the chance of someone overhearing. He quietly set the book down, got up, and began walking away from the mansion, putting some distance between himself and the house.
Far enough, he dialed the number.
A familiar voice answered almost instantly.
“Hey, Rick…” came a familiar voice on the other end, soft and smooth. “It’s been a while.”
His chest tightened. It was her.
“Roxanne, I don’t have time for games. Just tell me where to meet you,” he cut in sharply.
“I’m not here to play either,” she replied coolly, pulling the phone from her ear for a moment. “I just sent
