Chapter Seventy-Five
"Hello?"
Zaire's heart slammed against his ribs inside his chest as her sonorous voice came through the phone.
It was soft and lowered and shy. Zaire cleared his throat, trying to sound indifferent, but he failed woefully. His voice came out a bit on the high side. "Hey! So...uh...so, are you back in the hostel?"
He sputtered, fumbling over his words, very much aware of Paul looking at him through the rearview mirror. He swore inwardly and averted his gaze from the older man.
"Obviously. Why'd you call?"
Zaire paused, detecting a note of indifference in her voice. It was no longer soft, but cold and firm. But he guessed it was his ears playing tricks on him.
"Nothing much...I just wanted to check in on you." He replied,"You know, to see if you got back safe."
