Chapter 64
Tapping his foot impatiently against the leg of the sprawling oak coffee table, he decided he would try her phone one last time before he marched over there and demanded to know why she wasn't picking up.
“Hey, sorry,” she finally answered. “I missed your calls.”
Twice, he'd tried to call her this evening and twice his calls had rang out. She sounded like she was in a bar, too. Maybe she'd decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. The four days he'd been out of contact with her had felt like knives in his chest – which was precisely the reason he'd waited until that feeling of pain and possessiveness faded before he'd answered her. No need to tell her he'd already been on his way over to her after a drink with Paul. She didn't need to know that. “Yeah,” he repli
