“I think I better go, Mom,” Judith said, her eyes locked with Angel’s. He was furious. And he was hurt. A tornado rolled around in his stomach.
“Bye, honey. Bye Angel.”
“Bye,” he called out, crossing his arms over his chest. When she had walked into that conference room, his whole body felt the zing of her. And the moment she walked out, slamming the door, he felt it. What he couldn’t understand was why. What was said that upset her so much? Especially after the days they had just shared. He watched as she ended the call and then put her phone on the table next to her bed.
“You don’t have to stand there like that,” she said quietly, her hands now fidgeting with the bedspread. Like hell, he didn’t. He was trying to control his frustration, something he didn’t like, honestly.
“Talk, Judi
