His voice was as familiar to me as the back of my hand. Deep. Rich. Slightly nasally on the s of my name. Goosebumps broke out on my skin, but not from excitement or love. The hairs at the nape of my neck stood up.
"Andrew. To what do I owe this pleasure?" I asked.
Sawyer was now staring daggers at me. The corner of his lips twitched. His hands were fisted. But he stood his ground, remaining by my side throughout the tense conversation. For that, I was eternally thankful.
My own stupidity had made me answer the call, and I wanted to punch myself in the face for it.
A lapse in judgement. Maybe a pang of hope for my future with Andrew. I had no idea what it had been but I shouldn't have given in so easily.
"I heard you and Levi were attacked yesterday. I just wanted to call and make su
