Twenty - MeyerShe was gone and I wasn’t sure how to get her back. Worse still, she didn’t have her cell phone to call. Which irked me to no end. The cell phone had started the whole damn thing and I wasn’t so stupid as to miss the irony of her not having it now and me needing it.
“Shit.”
I was standing on the sidewalk staring at the busy street, debating my options. I’d only just barely missed her—that damn cab might as well have been waiting for her, it picked her up so fast—and knew there was a chance I might catch up to the cab if I jumped into my car right now and drove like a maniac. Unfortunately, it was a really slim chance, given the traffic, how little I knew of the area, and the fact that I didn’t know where she was going. Not to mention how many damn cabs there seemed to be in
