"Mario?" I whisper into the receiver.
"Who the f**k do you think I am, Tabby?" Not my dream man. That's for sure. Ridge isn't here. And damn it I hate the way the name Tabby oozes from his lips like a curse. But now isn't the time to remind him how much it irritates me.
I search for words, but he continues talking. "It's nice of you to call. Did you think making me sit around waiting would help me cool down? You were f*****g wrong." He's started one of his rants where I'm not expected to answer. "Do you think having to send one of my best guys to hunt your ass down in bum f****d Maine would be a good choice?"
"I...." Maybe it's the fresh sea air, or my strong new friends, hell it could be meeting a guy who knows how to treat a woman. I'm not sure on the why, but over the last week I've
