I stared at the message a moment confused before I realized he had just texted me how much time I had left.
That jump-started me into action. Racing through my shower, I was in and out in record time and was sitting drinking my coffee waiting for the phone to ring. I sat in my towel on my vastly uncomfortable kitchen chairs all the while calling myself a million times the fool for even listening to him much less obeying him.
I shifted slightly in a vain attempt to find a more comfortable spot and grimaced as my damp thighs stuck to the chair. What in the world was this game he was pulling here? Didn't he realize after my blow-off yesterday that I was done with him?
I blew out a breath of frustration seeing how slow time was ticking by, I checked the phone again for the fourth time and
