“Oh, you’re funny. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine. Swing by later if you want. I’m just going home. I have to be at work early tomorrow, so it’ll be an early night for me.”
“How about I grab you a burner and then I’ll order you a decent phone later.”
“Thanks, Ell. I’ll pay you back,” I said.
“We can argue about that later. I have to go.”
“Okay, ’bye.” I hung up and slipped behind the desk in search of a phonebook.
Danielle
“YOU NEED SOMETHIN’ darlin’?”
I jumped (again) and turned to find myself practically chin to navel with the very large man Booker had been speaking to earlier. I looked up and grimaced. He was blond with deep blue eyes and he looked intense.
“Hi. I’m Dani.”
“Hi, Dani,” he said, and smiled.
“Hi,” I repeated, stepping back for space, but only managing to run into the lip of the desk. I refused to wince in his presence, but I did bite the inside of my cheek hard enough to draw blood.
“You said that.”
“Um, yeah. I did. Great observation skills.”Ohmigod, he is not a five-year-old. Get it together, Dani. “Um, sorry if I wasn’t supposed to be back here, I was looking for a phonebook.”
“You’re looking for a phonebook,” he said, and stepped closer to me.
“Yes. A phonebook. Do you have one? I need to call a cab. Can you back up a bit, please?” I mean, really. Where the hell was I going to go? He’d just boxed me into a corner. I took a deep breath.
“You need to call a cab,” he said, his voice low and raspy.
I let out a frustrated sigh. “Yes, I need to call a cab.”
“What about an Uber or a Lyft?”
