Page 30 of Five Minute Man
Nowhe mentioned dinner? Obviously, he sensed his fat payday drifting away and was willing to go the extra mile.
No, but thanks, anyway.
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ADAM STARED AT THEscreen, the last of his doubts fading away. She was definitely pissed. He should have called her over the weekend.
Instead of texting, he called her number. She knew thatheknew she was awake and responding, so unless she was really angry, she would have to answer.
“Yes?”
Adam flinched at the sound of her voice. Instead of her smooth, musical tone, her voice was devoid of feeling. Cold. Very un-Holly-like.
“Holly, I’m sorry about what happened.”
“Me, too.”
That threw him. What did she have to be sorry for? She wasn’t the one who panicked or didn’t call even after she said she would.
“For what?”
He heard a soft but weary sigh on the other end. “I’m sorry, Adam. I just don’t have the money to put into the cottage right now. I’ll definitely keep you in mind, though. Thanks.” Holly hung up before he could respond.
Adam stared at the phone for several minutes.
What the hell?
