Chapter 10The following Tuesday, my phone rings when I’m at work, and when I glance at the screen, it’s Dylan.
I drop my pen and stare at the phone.
Why is Dylan calling me? He’s never called me. I have his number only because Frankie killed his phone by spilling margaritas all over it on a particularly wild night out a couple years back and used Dylan’s phone to call and tell me about it.
I stare at the thing for so long, the ringing stops, but before I have time to decide whether to call him back, it rings again. This time, I answer. “Dylan. Is something wrong?”
“Why does anything have to be wrong for me to call you?”
“When did you ever call me?”
He coughs and clears his throat. “Oh, yeah, I see what you mean.”
“What’s up?”
Dylan clears his throat again. “I need you to speak to F
