Page 47 of Free to Run
I giggle from where I’m watching down the alley. The blonde with the long legs storms off. Keene just stands there, infuriated.
Sliding out of the alley and exiting on Seventh Avenue, I make a decision to head over to his place later to let him make this up to me.
It’s the least I deserve.
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Keene
Everything she said was right.
Everything.
I take a large sip of amber liquid from the crystal tumbler in my hand.
She was laughing with me this morning. We spent the day together. And because she wanted to slow things down a bit, I crushed her. I wrecked her. Again.
She was right.
I bailed on her in the middle of dinner.
She never got her tiramisu.
I swallow more Scotch and look at my phone.
Nothing from Caleb.
Fuck, where is she?
My home phone rings, and I frown. No one has this number but Caleb, and he knows to call my cell. Before I answer it without thinking, I check the caller ID. Blocked. Lovely. Probably some telemarketer. I wait for it to go to voicemail and resume pacing.
Back and forth.
I take another drink.
My home phone rings again, and I pause. This number never rings. Please, for the love of fuck, don’t tell me some dumb twat gave out my number to a drunk asshole at a bar. Ignoring it, I resume pacing. Has to be a wrong number.
When the hell is Caleb going to ping me about Alison?
I check my cell. Did my battery die? No. It’s still got a decent charge. As I’m studying the condition of my phone, it lights up with a message from Caleb.She’s home safe. We’ll talk tomorrow.
I quickly send a message back.Thanks, buddy.
Okay. At least she’s back in Connecticut and not in a ditch. I can fix this. I can. I have to. I have to show her I’m serious about getting to know her, being with her, wanting to know her.
Caleb knows how to run our company, but I’m the one who knows how to plan a siege. Attempting to get Alison to give me another chance after tonight is going to be just that, especially since she’s back in Collyer.
My house phone rings again. Shit! Again, I check the caller ID. Blocked.
A chill races along my skin.
“This wasn’t how I’d planned for the night to end, Alison.”
I grab my cell phone and call my house phone voicemail. Punching in the password, I wait.
“Hey, baby, I saw you sentheron her way earlier outside the restaurant. No great loss.” Melody’s voice comes out over the phone. “I know if you’re not home that you will be soon. I figure I’ll give you an hour, then I’ll head your way. Hope you’re ready for a big night.” She ends the call by blowing a kiss into the phone.
My hands are shaking. I’m hanging up on the voicemail and dialing Caleb as I race down the hall to my room to pack.
