Mike?
I looked at my phone, wondering if I should pick the call. Well, if I didn’t, he would keep calling. And, the least I wanted was for Ian to find out about Mike. It could get nasty.
I slid the answer button, and it connected in one swipe.
“I have to go now.”
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
Our words collided as one, and I had to do a double take. I brought the phone out of my earlobe, and stared at the contact details, it was Mike as I had assumed. I replaced it back, seething with rage
“Why are you talking to me this way?” I demanded.
“Tell me where are you right now?” He snapped with another question of his own.
I took a deep breath, and looked around to be sure Ian hadn’t stepped into the apartment. “I’m out with a friend,” I said simply.
“At Radisson Boulevard.”
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