CASEY FLIPPED ON THE lights in her cabin and set some canned tomato soup simmering on the stove—it was the best she could do now that she obviously wasn’t getting any gazpacho. She checked her phone and frowned. She’d been hoping for a missed call from Ben, or at least a text message. He’d finally relented and agreed to send her a picture of him in his cap and gown and she couldn’t wait to see.
She opened her computer and logged into her email. A smile lit up when she saw his name appear up in her inbox. See? He had been thinking of her. She double-clicked the message eagerly, still hoping for that photo.
But what she saw instead made her heart freeze. There was no subject, just a single line of text. Call me as soon as you can.
Casey frowned. Why hadn’t he added anything else? She shoo
