I read the text several times. It was sent about an hour ago. He had to figure I'd still be with Kris. Did he really expect me to end my night with my boyfriend to call him? I clutched the phone. Did I dare? Before I could change my mind because my heart was already pounding at the thought of talking to him again, I hit the call button. He answered just after the first ring.
“Are you still with him?" was how he answered his phone.
Even his deep voice made my breath catch. “No," I whispered then closed my bedroom door. “I'm home now."
“I need to talk to you." He sounded far less smug and self-assured than he did at the restaurant.
“About what?" I asked, holding my hand to my chest because my heart was beating so hard.
“In person. Can I pick you up?"
“Now?" I asked, and my heart felt l
