Chapter 18

The unfamiliar ringtone surprised me, and I turned quickly to grab my cell from the coffee table to see who was calling. Everyone I knew who actually called had their own tone, and this was the generic ring. Probably some telemarketer who had no idea who they were calling.

My breath stuttered in my lungs and a smile bloomed on my face when I saw Vincent’s name. He never called, only texted, and I nearly fumbled the phone trying to get it unlocked and up to my ear.

“Hey there,” I greeted, my voice going deep as I tried to control my breathing.

“Hi, honey. How are you?” His voice was a raspy rumble, like tires on gravel. He sounded so tired.

“I’m fine,” I responded. “What’s going on with you? Are you okay?”