“Girl, did you not hear me hollerin’ for you?” She pops a hand on her hip and tosses my phone on the bed. “Someone’s been trying to call you for like thirty minutes.” I reach blindly for it without turning my head. “Who is it?” “I don’t know. A New York number, I think. And there was a missed call from Doctor H.” I bolt upright, swallowing down the instant wave of nausea that hits me. “Ohmygod, Tess!” I snatch up my phone. “My boss is calling, and you let it just keep ringing?” “Hey, I’ve got my own boss breathing down my neck, thank you very much,” she says with a huff. “You handle your
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