Abby
The phone rings for a beat too long. My heart is practically in my throat as I wait, each drone of the ringtone sounding like a warning siren in my ears.
What will I even say to him? “Hey, sorry I kissed you and then told you it was a mistake for the millionth time. Anyway, will you come back to help me again?”
I shake my head as if to dispel the thought. No. I just want to tell him that I might be catering the Alpha party after all—and that his innocence was proven when it came to the fight with Daniel’s sous chef. But what if he already knows? Or what if he doesn’t care?
Either way, it doesn’t matter.
Because he doesn’t answer.
The pang in my chest is sharp as I hear the sound of his voicemail message come through the phone. “You’ve reached Karl. Leave a message and I
