twenty-two
It was probably autopilot that made Oak answer his phone the next morning; he couldn’t recall hearing it ring or picking it up. The sound of her voice was the first thing to slip through a c***k of his awareness.
“Oakley,” Evie whispered.
At first, he thought he imagined her voice. But he got more with it and realized there was a device at his ear. Lifting his head from his pillow, he looked at the screen. Yep, the call was connected to Evie… had she called him, or had he called her in his sleep?
Dropping her off at her place last night had been difficult. He’d been able to feel her internal conflict, either she didn’t want to get out of his car or some part of her wanted to invite him up to her apartment. Figuring out the best course of action, given her issues, wasn’t easy
