Nine
Audrey
Four days.
It’d been four days since Liam typed his phone number into my mobile, four days since we’d parted with the promise of “soon”… and four days since I’d been able to take my eyes off my damn phone for more than a few minutes at a time.
But no matter how much I stared at the display, the only texts that’d beeped in over the past few days had been from my sister, my mother, and Pizza Hut. I’d ignored the first, answered the second (yes, I’ll come by for Dad’s birthday meal), and a half-eaten stuffed crust pepperoni pizza on my coffee table was currently bearing witness to my pathetic staring contest with my phone.
Why doesn’t he call?
I growled at my own desperation. I knew why he hadn’t been in touch—a guy like Liam undoubtedly had a very active social life. Gettin
