Page 26 of Until Hanna

“I miss you already.”

The quiet statement hits me like it was shouted in my face, and I swallow hard but don’t reply.

“What are you doing now?”

“I was going to eat dinner, but now I’m going to have to do damage control with my parents.”

“Mm-hm.”

The sound of his agreement makes me grit my teeth.

“How did you get my phone unlocked anyway?” I mean, I can see how he could answer a call, but there is no way he should be able to look at my texts and things.

“When I spoke to your dad, he gave me the code. He said you sent it to him and your mom in your ‘if I go missing’ file. You’re going to have to explain that one to me.”

“So, my parents hate me,” I surmise, ignoring the last part. “Good to know.” The sound of his laughter makes me both want to toss the phone and admit how much I miss him.

“Do you need me to send you your parents’ numbers?”

“No, I have them,” I grit out.

“All right, baby. Call me back. I’m going to be up for a while. I’m taking over making sure Otto doesn’t end up in jail tonight, so Ham can get a break.”

“Are you guys going out with Gigi and her friends?”

“That jealousy in your voice is giving a lot away, babe. You might want to do a better job of hiding it, if you want to convince me that you don’t like me.”

“I’m not jealous,” I huff.

“Okay,” he agrees, not at all sounding convinced.

“I’m not.”

“Good. But just so we’re on the same page, I’m not hanging out with any other woman.”

“You can do whatever you want.”

“Right.” He chuckles. “Go call your parents, then call me back later, baby.”

“Maybe.” I hang up to the sound of him laughing, then with a groan of frustration I go to my suitcase and get my computer so I can FaceTime my mom.

“Hey, honey.” Mom smiles as her face fills the screen. “I was just about to call you.”

“I don’t have my phone.”

“I know. Walker explained there was a mix-up and gave us his number.” Of course he did. “So did you have a good time?” she asks, failing to hide her knowing smile.

“It was okay.”

“Just okay?” She raises a brow.

“Mom.” I sigh. “Just ask what you really want to ask.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“So, you’re not wondering why some guy has my phone and why he’s telling you we’re seeing each other?”

“I don’t know, do you want to talk about that?”

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