Chapter Eleven
Her phone was ringing as she climbed out of the bathtub, wrapped a large bath sheet around herself, and ran to the living room.
“Good morning,” she said, praying it wasn’t work, because there was no way she was giving up one day of her three-day weekend. She was exhausted from two double shifts back to back and had literally crawled into bed the night before when she got home.
“Hey.”
It was his voice that got her, and it took a second for her to understand this wasn’t a mind f**k. It really was him calling. “Chris?” she said, holding the towel together in front, seeing the sun spill in the windows.
“In the flesh—well, over the phone, that is. Just called to see how you’re doing?” He sounded happy and something else. Seriously, now why would mister tall and drop-dead gor
