Four missed calls. Three from Cullen and one from Evie.
Blowing out a sigh, I set my phone down on the table and stared out the window at a young woman pushing a baby stroller down the street.
After what I thought was a great night with Evie, I’d woken up alone yesterday, and I still wasn’t sure what to think. Yeah, there had been a sweet note saying she’d had a great time and would see me at work on Monday, but that didn’t take away the sting completely. I’d spent my Sunday contemplating whether to call her and find out where her head was at, but had eventually opted to leave it for a day.
It was probably partly my fault that she’d left. I’d meant to tell her how I was feeling, and when we fell asleep in each other’s arms, I was sure I’d have time in the morning. Until she’d up and lef
