Greg looked up, noticing that Erik was gone. His gaze darted around searching for the janitor while he slowly rose from his desk chair. He quietly made his way to the door and saw Erik just putting the phone down.
Erik looked up at him guiltily.
“Who the hell were you calling? Blaze?” Greg rushed over to the phone and grabbed the small piece of paper in Erik’s hand. It was Blaze’s number. His ice cold gaze shot daggers at Erik. “Don’t you move, you bastard.” He punched in Blaze’s number.
Blaze’s head jerked around when she heard the phone ring again. She looked at the sleek, crouching instrument as if it were a poisonous snake about to strike. Reaching out, she lifted the receiver, thinking if he had just called, chances were it wouldn’t be him again. With a soft, breathy voice, she sai
