Wake Up Alone
SIENNA
“Javi,” I breathed into the phone. “I met him.”
“What?” he grumbled sleepily.
“I met him. Parker… the guy that I know Angie told you about.” I inhaled, trying to catch my breath from all the excitement. I knew Ang told Javi about Parker; it was so freakin’ obvious. It was why he was giving me the “sympathetic face” outside the bar my last night in New York. It was why they were making secret faces—unsuccessfully—behind my back when I wasn’t looking, and it was partially why a huge piece of me didn’t give a s**t that I’d left so suddenly.
“I’m in DC… and I met Parker. If what happened could be described as ‘meeting’ someone.”
I heard the ruffle of sheets and pillows on the other end. If I knew Javi, then he was only an hour from getting up for work in the morning.
