chapter39
Something seemed off.
I lay in bed thinking about it, but I couldn’t figure it out. Why would Roman have a different number?
Screw it. I decided to call it.
It rang and rang with no answer. Instead, he texted: I’m in a meeting.
I rested my chin on my hand, pondering the situation and what to do.
Picking up my phone again, I called the Starke pack offices—where Roman worked for his family.
This time, he answered quickly. His voice was low and carried a hint of impatience. “I’m in a meeting. What’s the matter?”
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