Chapter 7

I dug into the side pocket and pulled out a balled-up piece of paper. I unfolded it and read off the number to myself.

“Who else would call me and hang up?” I asked aloud, finding my cell on the bedside table and dialing Dave’s number.

I let it ring six times until I was transferred to voice mail: Sorry I can’t come to the phone. You know what to do after the beep.

I ended the call so I could dial him again to hear his harmonious, husky voice in my ear. The masculine sound of Dave’s voice excited me, and I pushed away the unpleasant image of him storming out of my apartment and life for the second time, without any explanation.

Not me, I thought. I wasn’t the reason for his hasty departure.