Chapter 23: Throwing Fists
Tucker’s Bed and Breakfast
June 15, 20—
10:38 A.M.
I was angry at Toby’s meddling in my life. No, I was furious, my mind racing with deadly rage. I decided to have it out with Toby Chambers. I called his cell phone but he didn’t pick up and it kicked me over to voice mail, but I chose not to leave a message. Then I decided to call his inn. Victoria, one of his employees, picked up. She had a soft, angelic voice that I found quite pleasant.
“Mr. Toby Chambers please,” I said, confident.
“May I ask who’s calling?”
His worst enemy, I thought, but I didn’t say that. Someone he shouldn’t have f****d with. I didn’t say that, either. “Dixon,” I told her, “Dixon Pierce. Toby’s probably expecting my call.”
“Let me pass you to him, Mr. Pierce.”
“Thank you,” I said
