"Megan."
I froze. The number had been a private one and whilst I wouldn't usually answer any number I didn't recognise, I was caught off guard nestled in the warm bosom of my home enjoying my perfect day and had clicked the accept button without thinking.
"Megan, it's Harper."
I sat up immediately, reaching for the remote and hitting the pause button. Russell Crowe, glorious in full gladiator gear, stopped mid-swing of his sword, spraying blood up onto the screen, his face contorted with a fierce battle cry.
"What do you want?" I could barely squeak out a whisper.
"Can I see you?"
My stomach lurched and I squeezed my thighs together instinctively.
"You've got to be kidding me?"
"Look, I know it's been a few days...." he began but I cut him off, suddenly furious that he had dared to
