Page 115 of Time Stops With You
“Sure.”
I close the door, grab my phone from my bedroom and call Cullen’s number.
It rings and rings.
He’s not answering.
I try calling again.
Still no answer.
After the third time, my phone beeps.
It’s Cullen.
In a meeting.
I scowl and type:did you send someone to clean my house?
CULLEN:is it twelve already?
ME:Answer the freaking question!
CULLEN:Yes, I sent Ashley.
ME:A heads-up would have been nice!
CULLEN:Ashley’s great. I asked her to make you something to eat as well.
I type out a long response with a few choice words but, before I can press send, Cullen responds first.
CULLEN:Gotta go.
I send more angry texts.
He doesn’t respond to any of them.
That… maniac.
I control my temper the best I can. I know what it’s like to work with rude people and I don’t want Ashley to think I’m being short-tempered because of her. It has nothing to do with her at all.
When I open the door again, Ashley is alone.
“Did you talk to Ronan?” she asks and, before I can say either yes or no, she starts rolling her trolley into me.
I stop her with a hand. “Cullen asked you to come here without my knowledge or permission.”
Her eyes shift with confusion.
“So,” I motion to the hallway, “I’m sorry you wasted your time.”
“Oh. Of course. I’m sorry to bother you.” She dips her chin and wheels her trolley down the hallway. I watch her pause and contemplate how she’ll get the giant trolley down the staircase.
Guilt tugs on my heart and I hurry out of my apartment to catch up to her.
“Need some help?” I offer.
“This is too heavy for either of us.”
