“Why are you calling me from an unknown number, Brad?” Her brow is pinched. I shoot to my feet, but she waves me off. “No. I don’t care that you’re sorry. Don’t call me again.” She hits end and tosses her phone onto the bench beside her. We stare at each other for a beat. “Don’t even think about it,” she warns. I raise my hands in surrender. “I wasn’t thinking anything.” I definitely wasn’t thinking that fucking Brad just got moved to the top of my shit list.
