Page 25 of Torrid Love
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I’m up. You can call!
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Are you sure?
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If I were sleeping, I wouldn’t be texting you back.
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I guess you’re right. Calling now.
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“Hey, Dom!” Isobel says when I pick up.
“Hey! It’s good to hear your voice.”
“Same here. I didn’t expect you to be up, but I figured I’d send you a quick text right after my run so we could connect later in the day.”
Yeah, Isobel is one ofthosepeople. She runs eight miles every day before I wake up.
“I’m still on London time and I have a busy day ahead.”
“You don’t even get a day to recuperate?” Isobel asks.
“Technically, one shouldn’t require a holiday after coming back from one.”
She laughs. “What’s on the agenda, Miss Social Butterfly?”
“I’m meeting Zoe for brunch—it was pre-booked because I didn’t think I was going to make it last night. Later this afternoon, I’m heading to Aaron’s parents’ place for his going away party.”
“Please say hi to him.”
“I will.”
“Will Rod attend?”
I do my best to keep my voice neutral. “Guess so.”
“All righty then. Let’s keep this train moving.”
I laugh.
Isobel knows me well. It’s hard to pull the wool over her eyes.
“How was Zoe’s birthday party?”
“Eventful.”
“In what sense?”
“Let’s just say a female guest made a fool of herself when Rod showed up. The classless bimbo wanted to get intimate body parts signed.”
“Yikes. Let’s not go there.”
