Chapter 73

He barely got out, “Hello,” when he jerked the phone away to protect his hearing from crackles and pops. What the hell?

He gave John a shrug and moved to the window. He had taken up enough of John’s time, so he’d try to get the caller off the line and finish here. The line cleared a little. A feminine voice filtered through. “Who is this?”

“April. I just want to know…” Static took over for a moment, but he got the gist from the words ‘playing at’.

“I’m not playing at anything.”

“Sometimes you…” More static interfered, then, “…know you fucked him again.”

Heat flared in his face. He glanced at John, hoping to appear apologetic and not turn pink. He didn’t want this conversation here—or at all, but definitely not here. He was about to hang up when April said, “…sodding about with the car.”