Page 64 of Love Interrupted
He laughed again and locked lips with hers. Just then, her phone started ringing. She wrenched her lips from his, and he grumbled.
“Leave it,” he demanded as his hand reached for her breasts.
“It might be important. I’ll tell the person to call back later.”
“Then you might as well allow it go to voicemail.” He kneaded her breasts, and thrills went up his body.
“Ty!”
“Oh, alright! I’ll be right here waiting for you.” He brushed past her to enter their large cabin bedroom.
His wife laughed as she followed him in and shut the bathroom door. She reached for her phone on the dresser and frowned.
“What?” he questioned as he laid on the bed, a tender smile on his face.
“It’s my mom.” She shrugged and answered it.
He jolted from the bed when her eyes enlarged, and then tears filled them. By the time she lowered the phone, tears were rolling down her face.
“It’s Ja…Lissa,” her sobs were louder now. “She’s bee…been hurt. They don’t think she’ll make it.”
