Page 18 of Breathing Wisteria
Flynn
“What?” Her voice hisses through the line causing a smirk to find its way to my lips.
“What’s with the attitude, Cherry? I’m just calling to say hi.” I can practically hear her eyes roll.
“I’m busy, and you totally just ruined a point I was— Stop it, Cassidy!” I can hear muffled voices in the background and a chuckle escapes as I imagine her getting torn a new one by her friends for keeping our history a secret.
“I have to go.”
The line goes dead before I have a chance to say anything. So, I do what any man in my position would do. Call back.
“Oh my God, what do you want?”
“You should get your phone checked, babe, the call just dropped. That can’t be good.” I don’t even bother trying to hide the sarcasm.
“The call didn’t drop, I hung up on you.” She speaks slowly, enunciating each word.
“Well, that was fucking rude.”
A loud sigh hits my ear. “Just wait a second, yeah?”
I hear her murmuring an apology and then there are the sounds of movement. My name is called, and I hold my hand up to Jett, my drummer, indicating I need a few more minutes. He nods, and I watch him saunter away, joining the rest of my band in preparation for our soundcheck.
“Right.” Her voice draws my attention. “I’m here, what’s up?”
“Did you get my note?”
“I did, yes. Thanks for not waking me up. I would have had to kick your ass and I feel like that would have been a shitty way for the visit to end.”
I laugh, grateful that she isn’t making this as hard as she could.
“So, did you have an actual reason for calling or did your spidey senses tell you calling me right now would be just perfect?”
I ignore her sarcasm, everyone around me is starting to get antsy so I know I need to wrap this up quickly.
“Look, I’m going to be back in New York in a couple of weeks, so we’re going out to dinner. I get in on the morning of the seventh, so keep that night free.”
“Flynn, we need you, man.” I glance back at Jett, nodding.
“Right, I’ve gotta go, talk soon.”
“Wait, wait, wait!”
I catch her startled response right before I disconnect the call and a twinge of doubt settles deep in my stomach.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Shit.
“I think it’s an excellent fucking idea, so how about you just take my word for it.”
“Flynn,” she says with a sigh, her voice all soft and troubled.
Turning my back on the hundred or so people all waiting for me, I duck into an empty corridor and lean against the brick wall, the cold seeping through to my skin.
“Wyatt.”
