The phone buzzes next to me and I see my number flash across the screen. Gah, miracles do happen. Maybe he wants to meet up, that would just tickle me pink.
I glance at my kitty jam jams. Oy, I’m not dressed for a phone switch, although, who really cares at this point. All I’m worried about is getting my phone back and shedding myself of this irritating man.
I open up the text.
Roark: What are you wearing?
Is he freaking serious right now?
The nerve of this man.
An abundance of anger lights up my veins, sending a furious blush straight to my cheeks as I pound out a response.
Sutton: How dare you ask me that? You’ve been nothing but a complete jerk to me, holding my phone hostage, and skipping meeting after meeting. You can’t just act like we’re friends now. You pompous idiot.
That should do it. With a smile, I set the phone down, satisfied with my response.
Until he texts back.
Roark: I’m going to take that as you’re wearing a full-on onesie with kittens chasing yarn on it.
Mouth dropped, I scan my pajamas, wondering how on earth he knew . . .
My freaking photos.
Sutton: Stop looking through my phone! That’s so rude.
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