Page 12 of Plight
“Who’s this?” I replied, smiling, her voice sounding familiar.
“Lots?”
“Danielle?”
“Why do you have my phone?”
I shrugged like an idiot. “Because I just found it.”
“Where?”
“On the ground.”
“Crap.”
“It’s fine. Still works.”
“Clearly,” she grumbled. “Crap. Crap. Crap. I need it.”
I scratched my head. “Where are you?”
“At home.”
My scratching stopped. “Really? You left without saying goodbye?”
“I was in a hurry.” Bullshit! ‘In a hurry’ my arse.
I didn’t believe her. She’d bailed because she didn’t want to admit she’d just experienced the best kiss of her life.
“DAMN IT! I really need my phone.”
“Then come back and get it.”
She let out a long, whiny moan. “I can’t be stuffed driving all that way.”
“All that way? Where do you live?”
“Essendon.” Fair enough.
Essendon was roughly an hour’s drive. I wouldn’t want to travel all that way just for my phone, either.
Glancing at my watch, I decided I’d help her out. “Look, I’m about to finish up here. What’s your address? I’ll drop it off on my way home.”
“You don’t have to do that. I don’t want you going out of your way.”
“It isn’t.”
“Really? Where do you live?”
“In the city.”
“In the city city?”
“Yes, in an apartment.”
She was quiet for a moment. “Okay, so long as it’s not too much trouble.”
“It’s not.”
