Hazel stared at the pictures she’d just hung on the wall, her phone held to her ear as Dylan’s voice came through the speaker. He’d called.
When she’d seen his name on her display, she thought she’d been pranked. That Jason had somehow figured out how to make his call look like it had come from Dylan. But no. There was his bass voice coming through the line, saying pretty things like I’ve been thinking about you, and I miss you.
I’ve been thinking about youI miss youShe hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him. And the way she missed him bordered on obsessive.
Knocking pulled her attention from the message and the trance she’d fallen into while listening to it. “Coming,” she called, ending the call and setting the phone on the desk in her salon.
She met Lesli in the kitchen. “Oh, go
