Page 57 of Love Me Ever After
Ems had to believe me.
“I’m tired,” she declared. “So I’ll let you get off to whatever it is you’re doing tonight. I wanted to talk to you about something important, but now really isn’t the time. Good night.”
The screen went blank as she ended the call, without telling me she loved me.
Staring at the blank screen, I tried to call her back. I didn’t want to leave things sour and she’d said she had something important to talk about. When I tried to connect, all I got was the ‘unavailable’ screen.
“Are you okay?” Whit asked.
I turned around to see her dressed in a body con black dress and matching heels. Why the hell hadn’t she been dressed like that when Ems had seen her?
“No. I’m not.” I dragged a hand over my face. “But I don’t know what’s wrong, so I don’t know what to do to make it right.”
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The frustrated screamthat escaped from my lips must have been loud enough to wake the neighbours. As soon as I’d ended the call with Mason, I switched my phone off. I didn’t want to talk to him right now. Throwing the duvet off of me, I stripped off his t-shirt and balled it up under the bed. I found a pyjama set of my own and pulled it on before getting back into bed.
Anger bubbled in my chest.
What the actual fuck was she doing in his hotel room?
Sure, I knew I was probably overreacting. But with everything that might be happening, I wanted to talk to Mason. After I’d done the test though, so I could at least sound him out on his thoughts about what we would do.
The not knowing for sure was killing me. I should have persuaded Georgie to come to the supermarket instead of giving up because the local pharmacy was closed.
Resolutely shutting my eyes, I tried to block out my thoughts.
Easier said than done.
Sleep evaded me. When I did finally drop off, my dreams were invaded with images of Mason at his laptop in the hotel room and Whit sitting on his lap dressed in her underwear.
Fuck hormones.
The sun blazing through the crack in my curtains and an early morning dawn chorus woke me. Because I’d switched my phone off which usually functioned as my alarm, it was just as well. I didn’t need to be late for work on top of everything else.
Propping myself up on the pillows, I turned my phone on. I expected a flurry of messages and I wasn’t disappointed.
Georgie: How are you feeling after last night?
Sara: Staying at Noel’s again, sorry! I know I promised I’d be around while Mason was away, but… ;o) Will definitely be there tonight, he’s playing football.
Sonya: I’ll be late in today, need to wait for an emergency plumber. Should be in by lunchtime.
Georgie: Do you want to meet later and go to the pharmacy? I’ve got the afternoon off.
Georgie: Did you speak to Mason?
Sonya: Can you check on the plans for the fashion show? And chase up Barbara about the training dates?
I scrolled through, expecting to see something from Mason.
But there was notone single messagefrom him.
I clicked on voicemail, expecting him to have called me, particularly after how abruptly we’d left things.
Nothing.
