Page 13 of Slow Burn (Driven 5)
“Ha. Yeah, I’m sure that’s what you were moaning to her.”
“Whatever, dude. You’re just jealous.” He laughs and then stops. “Or maybe not. Maybe you were busy moaning yourself, huh, Daniels?
“Fuck off. I told you that—”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah … keep on thinking I’m buying it and I’ll keep believing you. Not.”
“What do you need?” I exhale out in a frustrated breath.
“Don’t think I’m not noticing the change of topic here, but our flight just got called, so I’ve gotta go…. Look, I know you said you might go up to the farmhouse for a couple of days …”
“I’m there right now.”
He sighs. “The trucker is on a tight timeline, needs to turn the truck, and get back before that storm hits the Midwest…. Man, I hate to ask …”
“No, you don’t.”
He laughs deep and loud, and there’s the sound of movement on the other end of the phone. “You’re right. I don’t …”
“You suck for asking when I just got here and am on my fifth or sixth cerveza, but yeah, I’ll drive back to town in the morning and open up shop for the delivery.”
“Thanks, brother. I owe you.”
“That’s the understatement of the year.”
“Hm. Maybe you already were paid in kind.” He laughs. “I did warn you Ry had a hot friend. I guess you decided to dip your thermometer in and take her temperature.”
“You’re a sick fuck!”
“You wouldn’t want me any other way.”
“True. But nothing happened.” I hear the flight called in the background as he snorts a response to my denial. “Fly safe.”
“Later. And thanks.”
I hang up the phone and immediately dial my own cell, part of me hoping she picks up the phone, and the other part of me hoping she misses the call.
I have one more ring before my voice mail picks up when she answers.
“’Lo?”
The male voice throws me for a loop. I pull the phone away from my ear and look at the screen to make sure I dialed the correct number. Yep. Sure as shit did.
Who the fuck is answering my phone? Did I lose it at the wedding instead?
“’Lo?” he says again, irritated. He’s irritated? He’s answering my fucking phone.
“Who the hell are you?”
“What’s it to you?”
His arrogance fuels my temper. “Because it’s my goddamn phone you’re answering.”
“What?” Now it’s his turn to be confused as fuck. “Hey, babe?” he says, his mouth pulled away from the receiver, but I can still hear it clear as day. And I can hear Haddie’s voice answering him.
Babe? Did I actually hear that right? Did I miss something?
“Some guy is calling and says you have his phone….”
