My phone rang Thursday afternoon. I’d been trading messages with Ethan for two days after he called and simply told me to call him back. On his cell phone. I called the office and apologized for missing him, then asked him to leave a detailed message if he didn’t get me the next time he called.
He didn’t.
His next message said to call him back. That it was urgent. That he needed to speak to me.
I didn’t want to talk to him.
But hearing his voice every time I listened to my messages wasn’t making my life easier. My girly parts threw a party whenever that deep, sexy voice purred my name and demanded I call him.
Traitors.
I just had to get the conversation over with. Answering the phone would mean we could end the cat and mouse game. I’d blink first, give up the position of power, and b
