Chapter Twenty-Three
MADISON
Islammed my phone down and walked away.
I made it all of five steps before I stopped and looked back at my phone.
As I bit my bottom lip, I swallowed hard.
That sort of felt a little extreme on the phone with Maverick.
For a lot of reasons.
I didn’t expect him to call me. Ever.
And I definitely didn’t expect him to call me just to talk. Or to check on me. Or to tell me what he was doing. Or to talk about that emotional stuff.
I used theperiod cardagain to get out of going to the hockey game tonight.
I just couldn’t do it at the moment.
Seeing the signs, hearing the chants and thinking about what was going on…
I turned and ran back to get my phone.
I called Zoe.
She picked up on the second ring.
I heard the background noise right away and knew she was at a club getting ready for a show.
“Are you coming?” Zoe yelled.
“No,” I said. “Sorry. I’m working.”
“You’re not working,” Zoe said. “Why are you calling? What’s wrong?”
“Just wanted to wish you good luck,” I said.
“That’s a lie! But I love you for it! I’ve got to go.”
Zoe hung up on me.
So I called Eva.
I knew she’d be home right now.
Sitting in front of her laptop with a cup of coffee, thinking about monsters, serial killers and violent ways to end someone’s life.
“What’s wrong?” Eva asked instead of ahello.
“Nothing.”
“You never call me.”
“Zoe is at a show.”
“Ah, crap. That was tonight.”