Chapter Twenty-Two
His phone was ringing again as he climbed out of the shower. Whoever kept calling was determined, considering it was late, after midnight. He grabbed a towel and strode out of his boxlike bathroom to his small bedroom, where his cell phone was lying on top of yesterday’s clothes piled on his unmade bed. Light filtered in from the hall.
“Hello,” he snapped, not in the mood to handle another problem. He was tired and pissed and just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep.
“Chris, it’s Ivy.”
He sighed, holding the phone but pulling the receiver down. He swiped his hand over his forehead. Dealing with any of the Parkers tonight was far down on the list of things he had any desire to do.
“Ivy, it’s late,” he said, wiping his face and dragging the towel over his head to dry h
