Chapter Eleven
I was just walking out of the Messenger’s office the following afternoon when my phone rang in my bag. My heart skipped a beat when I saw Beau’s name on the screen — maybe he wasn’t angry with me after all.
“Hey, I’m so glad to hear from you,” I answered, beaming. Beau chuckled and tingles ran down my spine.
“Sorry it took me so long to get back to you,” he said, exasperated. “It’s been a crazy couple of weeks at Channel 666 between the Blood Moon and houses burning down.”
“It’s okay, I understand. I’ve been stretched thin myself,” I said.
“I can imagine, you poor thing. Hey, I know I’m a day late, but does that offer for dinner together still stand?” Beau asked.
“Of course,” I said, thrilled. “I was starting to think you weren’t ever going to talk to me again, so that
