Chloe’s eyes bounced back and forth between her silent phone on the dark wood table and the notes she was supposed to be reading clasped in her left hand. Her right hand tapped a pencil against her thigh in an agitated beat.
The tapping sound barely registered on her mind. And it wasn’t the only thing her brain was failing to process. The words typed on the sheet of paper might have as well been Greek for all the sense they made.
It had been days since she had heard anything from Jaxson. One single call after she turned Hunter away was the last time he had tried to get in touch with her. Of course, she had watched the phone ring and hadn’t picked it up. But somehow she hadn’t thought it would be the last time he attempted to reach her.
She hadn’t seen his car parked in the campus car pa
