Chapter 93

Hayes

I decline Sloane’s call for the fifth time, my thumb hovering over the screen before I let it drop onto my desk.

I can’t bring myself to speak to her. Not after what almost happened at her house. My phone beeps with another message from her, but I ignore it, clenching my jaw so tight.

If her friend hadn’t walked in when she did… God, what was I thinking? I scrub my hand over my face, trying