Chapter 15
“I’ll repeat,” said Reed, “what do you want?”
“Maybe if you had checked your phone messages and called me back, you wouldn’t have to ask. Are you avoiding me? I left you hundreds and hundreds of messages today and—”
“Don’t exaggerate. Besides, my phone habits, who I do and do not call, are none of your business.” Reed turned his head toward me and rolled his eyes. “Remind me to change my phone number tomorrow.”
“I heard that! I heard that! Then you are avoiding my calls.”
“How did you get into this building, Niki?”
“Remember those happy days a few months ago when we were dating? When you were f*****g me? Or have you forgotten that you used to like girls? Well, thank goodness your neighbor downstairs, that sweet old Mrs. Dearborn, did remember me, and she thought I was stil
