[Trent’s POV]
I sit at a table in the back of a small cafe, sipping coffee, while keeping my gaze fixed on the door to the place until the one that I’m waiting for enters. For a moment, she doesn’t move as she pulls her sunglasses off and slowly looks around until her eyes come to rest on me.
Nodding, I motion toward the empty seat in front of me and then wait as she comes to join me.
“Thanks for coming.” I announce while she gets comfortable. “Sorry for calling so randomly.”
“Yeah,” she responds, eyeing me. “Once you tell me what exactly it is that you want with me, you can explain to me how you got my number.”
“That…” I begin, but stop as a slight wave of embarrassment rushes through me.
How the hell could I explain the phone number thing? I guess I could say that I got it from a f
