Chapter Thirteen
Three days later, Mia was just heading out of the bathroom after her shower when she heard her mobile phone ringing. She picked up her pace into her bedroom and over to the bedside table, where the device flashed and buzzed merrily away. Alex Cartwright calling.
Mia’s pulse skipped. They’d exchanged text messages since she’d thanked him for the flowers, but hadn’t yet arranged to speak on the phone. She snatched up the device and answered it. “Hello?”
“Mia! I was afraid I wouldn’t reach you. I’m not calling too late, am I?”
She glanced at the clock on the wall. 9.18p.m. She chuckled. “No, it’s fine. I might be working tomorrow, but it’s not quite my bedtime yet.”
“Oh.” There was a whoosh which she imagined was his sigh of relief. “That’s all right, then. You never kno
