I groan.
I pull back and cup her face in my hands. “Ignore it.”
Her green eyes flare as her grip on my shirt tightens. “Okay.” Her breath is shallow and slow.
The phone stops ringing.
Good.
Back to the program.
It rings again.
Fuck.
She turns her face in the cradle of my hands to check her screen. Her body stiffens.
My gaze shifts to the offending device sitting on the coffee table and I catch a name flashing at me.
A. Monte Cristo.
She places both hands against my chest and pushes away from me.
Harley’s pale skin turns as red as a tomato.
Concern— No, terror is flashing in her doe eyes.
She went from hot and bothered to petrified in a heartbeat.
“Who’s calling you?” I have no business being this nosy, but something is up.
She shifts in her seat, pulls her legs against her body, and cradles them.
“Harley?”
She stares at the device like it’s a nuclear weapon.
“Who’s trying to reach you? An ex-boyfriend?”
She shakes her head.
Her phone rings for a third time.
A shadow of something passes over her face.
I frown. “Maybe you should answer.”
Her hand trembles as she reaches for the phone and accepts the call. “Give me a minute.” She gets up from the couch, lowers the phone to her side, and looks down at me. “I’m…” She clears her throat. “I don’t want to bother you, so I’ll take this call upstairs in the guest room.”
“It doesn’t bother me if you stay down here.”I want to know who the fuck A. Monte Cristo is.
“It’s best if I go upstairs.” She points to the ceiling.
My jaw clenches.
The energy in the air has shifted so dramatically, it’s giving me whiplash.
An alarm bell goes off in my head.
