Lexi’s mouth opened in surprise that he would stop their exchange to answer a cell phone. Really? She couldn’t believe this. It really must be important or she was seriously going to have a fit.
“Hello?” Ramsey asked after checking the caller ID.
“What?” he asked. “No. No, don’t leave. f**k. No. I’ll take care of it.” There was a pause while someone on the other line spoke. Ramsey looked pissed—really pissed. His eyes were fiery. His fist clenched to his side as he listened to someone ramble on. “I said I’d f*****g take care of it. Jesus Christ, just hold tight. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
Ramsey hung up the phone and threw it down on the bedside table. He closed his eyes and his breathing was deep and heavy. Lexi couldn’t believe he looked so utterly furious.
“Uh…what’s up?” she
