Rrrinnnnnng. Rrrrrinnng.
I groan, throwing a pillow over my ears. I’d barely dozed off when my cellphone started buzzing. It was my work line—my only line—and I only ever got calls from three people: Adriana, Lucia, and Zefiro. Work-related, mostly, except for the latter. And I was willing to bet it was him.
So, I ignore it.
I might not have had many normal relationships in my life, but there’s an unspoken rule about not rushing to the call of a man who stood you up.
He didn’t technically stand me up, but knowing I was waiting in his study and never showing could be interpreted as such. I think.
Sleep pulls me back, luring me in, when the phone starts blaring again, louder, more insistent. And it doesn’t f*****g stop.
Pissed, I roll over and snatch it off the thin nightstand, slidin
