Melissa exhaled sharply, her expression torn between exasperation and frustration.
She motioned vaguely toward the beach, toward the people scattered around, enjoying their day under the sun.
"I've been trying to get in touch with you for two days," she said, crossing her arms again. "But, oh, Ethan's too busy. Ethan's out dealing with business. Ethan's ignoring his texts."
Ethan frowned slightly. "I'm not ignoring — "
Melissa held up her phone and tapped the screen a few times before turning it toward him.
Ethan stared.
It was a long string of messages.
Some from yesterday. Some from earlier today.
All from Melissa.
And he hadn't responded to a single one.
"Ah."
That explained the attitude.
Ethan cleared his throat, suddenly feeling like an idiot.
He didn't even have an excuse.
"…Okay, yeah," he admitted, scratching the back of his head. "That's on me."