“A blue dress?” I see Josh’s reflection over me in the window and jump in fright. He takes the phone out of my hand and looks at the caller ID. “It’s Joshua. Don’t call her again. Yes, I’m serious.” He hangs it up and slides it into his pocket. “Hey. Give it back.” “No fucking chance. He’s who you had to sneak off and call?” The look in his eyes is getting sharper, blacker.
i would be fuming
