I clear my throat. “Davey, like I said, I’m flattered. You’re very attractive and obviously intelligent and caring, but… Can I think about it?”
“Sure. You have my number.”
“I appreciate that. Part of me wants to say yes right now, but I guess…”
“You guess you should talk to this other person? This guy?”
“Yeah, I should.”
I need to do some serious thinking, and not just about what I might want with Brock.
About the fact that I may very well be carrying his child, and that changes everything.
“Not a problem,” Davey says. “It was nice talking to you again.”
“You as well. Bye, Davey.”
I end the call and then stroke my abdomen.
Until my phone buzzes yet again.
I don’t recognize the number, so I ignore it, but then I change my mind almost instantly.
“Hello?”
“You won’t get away with this,” says a distorted voice.
My stomach drops.
“Who’s this?” I demand.
The call goes dead.
Damn. “Hello? Hello, are you there?”
But the call was dropped. No way to trace it now. But at least I have the number. I quickly call Callie.
“Hey,” she says into the phone.
“I just got a phone call. A very ominous phone call that has my nerves on edge.”
“Okay, Ror. Calm down. What happened?”
“It’s a number I don’t recognize, but it appears to be a Colorado area code.”
“Okay.”
“It was a distorted voice. And all he said was ‘you won’t get away with this.’”
Callie is silent for a moment.
“Callie? Don’t leave me hanging here.”
“Can you come down to the office?” she asks. “I can have Donny run the number.”
“Yeah, sure. I’m still at the studio, and I’m done for this morning anyway.”
I haven’t heard from Brock today. And right now? I can’t be distracted by my growing feelings for him. Right now I need to figure out what’s going on with this phone call.