Chapter 11

Malcolm

“You never did tell me what the issue was with the guy you were supposed to meet,” I say into my phone, my feet up on my coffee table as I listen to Mandy’s soft giggle.

I didn’t think she’d call. I was beginning to believe she wouldn’t. She’d said she wanted to have only one night. It was starting to look as if that was all it would be.

Yet I didn’t give up: I waited and hoped. I can’t recall a time—ever—when I’ve been the one waiting for a phone call, yet I did. Sending myself a text and then sending one to her is not my MO. Then again, everything about her and being with her is different. Mandy’s different than the women in my past. She deserves to know how much I enjoyed our one night.

She didn’t return my call all day Saturday.