“I gave you twenty minutes, it's twenty-one now.” Even over the phone, his voice is husky and deep.
“You can't order me around, Angel...”
“A proper good morning—what are your plans for the day— ha, and a ‘could you make out time to join me at the studio this morning— would be proper now, don't you think?”
There's a moment of silence. I could feel his irritation, and I couldn't care less.
“Where are you, Elena?”
My hands strayed to my hair, and my lips turned up at the sides as I worked up a curl. I looked around the kitchen, Kim and Ursula were back to work, bringing out fresh ingredients to deliver Salvatore’s order.
“Heard your family has a shooting range, how come I never knew that before now? Well. Salvatore was kind enough to invite me. Guess I’m gonna have to stick with your
