Amanda barely registered the buzzing of her phone before Raphael snatched it from her grasp.
Her breath caught.
He didn't say a word-just turned and strode out of the room, closing the door behind him with quiet finality. The soft click of the latch felt louder than it should have.
Amanda sat frozen on the edge of the bed, her heart slamming against her ribs.
What the hell just happened?
She stared at the door, her mind racing, trying to piece it together. Annabel. Annabel had called. And Raphael had taken the phone. Why? Why did he have to step outside? Why couldn't he take the call in front of her? It wasn't like they were together. Right?
Her stomach twisted.
She glanced at the bedside clock. 11:10 p.m.