An attracted lass flirted in the pub, but there was no tingles, no excitement, and I couldn’t feel the closeness and the connection the way I had with Arella.
So, what am I still sulking here?
I grabbed my phone on the nightstand. It was just passed ten In the evening, but I had to get up early for a flight to catch tomorrow. A faint buzzing interrupted my musing.
“Linton.”
“Good evening. I hope I’m not interrupting you, Mr. Linton,” a very American-ish answered from the other line. When it was from an unknown number I thought it was Eli. Sometimes he used any phone he could grab to call me when his phone ran out of battery.
“You’re actually interrupting me, mate. Who is this?” I sat up, rubbing my tired eyes. “Haven’t you noticed what time you’re calling me?”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Linton.
