Page 88 of Unspoken Words
Ellie: I’m good. It’s nice to be home.
Byron: How’d the meeting go?
I couldn’t bring myself to tell him the truth. He didn’t know about Connor; no one in Darwin did. So I lied until I could think of a better explanation.
Ellie: Fine. There’s more to hash out though.
Byron: Sounds promising. Keep me informed.
Ellie: Of course.
Byron: Okay. Sorry, Elle, but I gotta go or I’ll be up all night xo
I sent him an x and an o back then returned my phone to the bedside table. It hummed another message, which made me smile, no doubt a tardy ‘Love you. Sleep tight’. But I found instead was a text from an unknown number.
My smile faltered.
Unknown: Please have dinner with me, Fiery McBlonde Head.
Fiery McBlonde Head?What the hell?I read it again, knowing instantly that it had come from Connor, because no one on earth would call me such a thing and think it endearing.How the hell did he get my number?
Jackson instantly sprung to mind. He was his agent after all.Damn it, Connor, you sneaky, meddlesome, McShithead.
Pursing my lips, they lifted when the perfect response pinged into my mind.
Ellie: Sorry. Wrong number.
Connor: Nice try.
Ugh! The gall of him.I decided not to reply.
Connor: Lunch, tomorrow, as friends?
I shook my head.
Connor: Please. We at least owe each other that.
Maybe we did, but I wasn’t convinced. I also knew he wouldn’t let up unless I shut him down for good.
Ellie: Just stop. Wounds never heal if you continue to bust them open.
Connor: Wrong. Wounds won’t heal until you’ve first acknowledged they’re there and can treat them.
I scoffed at his response; my wounds were acknowledged and permanently bandaged.
Ellie: Trust me, I know they’re there.
Connor: Then let’s address them.
Ellie: Thanks, but I already have.
Connor: Not together we haven’t.
My finger tapped the phone, but I didn’t press any of the buttons, which was when it rang and scared the absolute crap out of me.
Fumbling, I pressed accept, my voice low so as not to wake Mum or Dad who were asleep in the next room.
“Hello?”
