“She called … she needs to speak to you.” I cover, hiding the tremor in my voice. He looks both instantly annoyed and something else… wary.
“When?” The dark look is back, I hope that means he’s not happy about her call and not that I forgot to tell him. Not that I could be blamed. I was unconscious after all.
“Before I … dramatically met the floor.” I try a small smile, but he doesn’t look pleased, he’s glowering, at me.
No … Too soon?
I think he’s displeased in general. He frowns and picks his cell up from the table, slides it open with one hand. I have a moment of panic, wondering if I exited his text box but he doesn’t react, so I guess I did.
That was close! Stupid, Emma, really stupid.
He’s still holding me, keeping me upright and quickly sits me down in the seat nearby, befo
