CHAPTER EIGHT
Keira woke with a start to the shrill sound of her phone ringing. It was still dark out; the sun hadn’t risen yet. Her first thought was whether it may be a call from home. But when she picked up her cell, the number wasn’t one she recognized.
“Hello?” she asked, answering the call. Her voice was still raspy from sleep.
“I cannot meet you today,” an unfamiliar voice replied.
Keira frowned, confused. From the bedside table she noticed the time on the alarm clock. 5 a.m.
“I’m sorry, who is this?” she asked.
“Antonio!” came the abrupt response.
Keira rubbed her weary eyes. “Why are you calling me so early?” she said with a sigh, sinking back against the thin pillow.
“Because I cannot meet you today. I have food poisoning. Sick all night.”
Delightful, Keira thought. Then
