Hope’s POV
“What are you doing here?” I demanded, finally finding my voice. I pushed him away and wrapped my arms tightly around myself, trying to look more imposing than I felt.
“I called you fifty-six times,” Leon hissed, his lips pressing into a thin, angry line. I could see he was trying hard to not lose his temper. “And your phone was switched off.”
“I was taking a bath,” I replied flatly. “As you can see.”
“That’s your excuse?” His eyes flashed. “You left me a cryptic text, switched off your phone, and gave me no f*****g way to reach you, and your excuse is that you were taking a bath?”
“Well, you took your time telling me you were the head of some motorcycle club, and now you're mad because I didn't pick up your calls?” I retorted. “That's nice.”
Leon blinked, clearly caugh
