Chapter 8
Ice's Point of View
As I sat at the business conference, my attention kept drifting back to my phone. Red, my colleague and occasional nuisance, couldn't resist but comment on my distracted state.
"You've been staring at your phone for a while. Are you waiting for something?" Red's voice broke through my thoughts, drawing my attention away from the screen.
I turned off my phone and slipped it back into my pocket, attempting to brush off his observation. "Nothing," I replied curtly, pretending to focus on the speaker on stage.
But Red wasn't one to let things slide. With a mischievous grin, he persisted, teasingly implying the truth. "Come on. If I know, you're waiting for a text from your wife."
I arched an eyebrow and shot him a look that could freeze the sun. "Shut up," I
