Anna comes when he calls. She always has. In more ways than one. More
“Mel, you have to help me!” Anna hissed as she stepped around the corner of her best friend’s cubicle.
Melanie mouthed the words, “What’s wrong?” as she continued to listen to the caller on the other end of her line.
“He called,” Anna mouthed back as she held up her cell phone to show Mel the number on the display. Sam Garrett was written on the screen. For Anna, it may as well have said One-Night-Stand. Or Old-Friend-With-Benefits. Or The-Love-of-Her-Life-Who-Didn’t-Want-Her-for-More-Than-Sex. The one man she’d hoped would never call again.
“Let me call you back,” Mel murmured to her caller. Then she hung up the phone and turned to Anna. “Let me see that.” Anna willingly surrendered the phone. “Thirty-two seconds? That’s how long you talked to him?” Mel’s mouth hung open in awe.
Anna nodded as she nibbled the inside of her lips, which she firmly pressed together. If she didn’t, she’d scream.
“Tell me exactly what he said,” Mel prompted.
Anna thought for a moment. He’d said the same thing he always did. Did she really want Mel to know what that was?
“Out with it,” Mel snapped.
“He said ‘Can you come over at five? I want to be inside you by five-oh-five,’” Anna murmured.