Chapter 20
When I left girls’ night, I pulled out my phone. Before I even started my car, I called Graham. Thankfully he answered.
“Hello?” He sounded confused.
“Hey, it’s Abby. I want to talk to you, but I was hoping I could come see you.”
He paused for a little too long, making me instantly nervous and alert. I listened for voices in the background, certain he wasn’t answering me because there was another woman at his place.
“Unless you’re busy,” I finally said, giving him an out.
“No,” he said finally. “Not busy. Just surprised, I guess. After yesterday I wasn’t sure I’d hear from you again.”
“If you don’t want to see me, or you’ve moved on or whatever, that’s fine. I guess I shouldn’t have called.”
“Ab, don’t. I haven’t moved on. I want to see you. God, honey, so bad. I went to
