Nigella was now sure that she would hate spam messages with a passion. Her heartbeat dropped to her stomach when a lottery message flashed on her screen. No messages from Elliot.
Dejected and pissed to some extent, she thought about her next step while she drove to work. Nigella didn't fancy waiting, especially in this case. It was impossible that he hadn't seen the message yet. Nigella had the suspicion that maybe she didn't hit the send button in haste, but she checked twice and the message was sent.
Either he really didn't see the message or he was avoiding answering her. There was also a possibility that he was ignoring her to imply that he didn't want to have anything to do with her. But Nigella didn't want to jump to conclusions.
Her half empty pot of bravery was now filled wit
