Page 124 of Perfect Pitch

My eyebrows shoot sky-high when her phone buzzes on the table. She lifts it and reads the message. “They want us back.”

I surge up, feeling a bit lightheaded. I grab the table for stability.

Angie frowns. “Are you okay?”

“Probably too much coffee, too many emotions, and not enough sleep,” I drawl as we weave in between tables.

Once we hit the outer doors, I slip my phone from my purse and send a text.

Austyn:

I’m sorry I didn’t respond. I needed time.

His response is almost immediate.

Mitch:

You don’t have to apologize. I’m the one who owes you one. I never meant to hide anything from you.

I type back.

Austyn:

I realized that after I was banished from the room. Mama is still upstairs dealing with the lawyers.

Mitch:

Tell me what you need.

Austyn:

You. I need you. I need to tell you all about this in person.

Mitch:

I’ll be there. No matter what. Even if I have to quit.

Austyn:

Tonight?

Mitch:

Yes.

A thought hits me.

Austyn:

I thought you were driving.

Mitch:

Stoplight. Taking your father somewhere.

As queasy as his words make me, they’re honest. Completely open. No more secrets. Before I step into the elevator with Angie, I type,

Austyn:

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