The Two Week Arrangement (Penthouse Affair #1)(47)
I flatten myself against a brick wall, my heart hammering, blood surging through my ears, and grip my side, where a cramp burns from my sudden sprint. My gulps for breath turn into sobs. I sink down, trying and failing to fight back tears. Needing a ride, I dig my phone out of my purse so I can call Bianca, a taxi, anyone. Even Dad would do at this point.
I tap the HOME button but the screen stays black. I scrub at my eyes and squint through the darkness. Did I hit the wrong thing? I try again, pressing the POWER button this time. Nothing happens.
Then I realize what’s wrong, and a hysterical hiccup escapes me. Forget yesterday . . . this is the worst day of my life. And to top it all off, my fucking phone is dead.
Now that I’m not running in blind terror anymore, I notice the chilly air and the stale stink of the alleyway. Part of me wants to just sit here and hide, to make sure Dale didn’t follow me. But I make myself stand up and keep walking.
I wander around, my feet aching, until I see the lighted sign of a twenty-four-hour gas station. I push open the door with a jingle and ask the teenaged cashier, “Sorry, could I use your phone?”
“There’s a pay phone outside,” he drawls.
“I . . . don’t have any change.” I haven’t carried cash since I was this kid’s age.
He eyes me, then wordlessly takes the landline receiver off the wall and holds it out over the counter.
I’ve never been so grateful to look like a total mess. “Thank you so much.”
He shrugs. “Yup.”
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I dial the only number I know by heart.
Several seconds tick by, and the phone continues to ring. It’s an unknown number, he’s not going to pick up, I tell myself, fighting back another wave of tears. The cashier eyes me suspiciously while I attempt to wipe away the remnants of my mascara that I’m sure are on my cheeks.
Then a deep male voice answers, and its familiarity is almost as painful as it is reassuring. “Yes?”
“Dominic.” I sob with relief. “Can you . . . please come get me?”
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Acknowledgements
I would like to thank you, dear sweet reader, for picking up a copy of this book. I hope you enjoyed it! I feel so blessed to dream up love stories for you to enjoy.
An immense thank you to my editing team of Elaine York and Rachel Brookes who were each so instrumental in helping shape this story. Thank you for loving Dominic and Presley!
I owe so much to my copyeditor Pam Berehulke. We are going on five years strong and I’m just so grateful for your diligence. You have taught me so much.
Thank you to my incredible assistant and right hand, Alyssa Garcia from Uplifting Designs and Marketing for your support and constant cheerfulness as we tackle well, all the things! A huge hug and a GIANT thank you!
To my sweet husband John for all the back rubs, the laughs and the sushi rolls over which we dream together. And thank you for never once rolling your eyes, no matter how cuckoo-bananas my ideas are. You’re the reason I can do what I do. I am so blessed to have you.