Page 39 of Be My Wife

He knows how important this is.

He wouldn’t ditch me now that he’s gotten what he’s wanted.

Right?

Right?

My horrible experiences with other guys chip away at my trust. I keep hearing that nagging voice in my head, warning me that Brogan will dip just like all the others who moved on after a couple nights of hooking up.

Wincing and hating myself for my insecurity, I dial his number.

It connects.

Brogan’s deep voice fills my car. “Hey.”

“Hey.” I hesitate. Grip the steering wheel tighter. Squint against the sun. “Um… how are you this morning?”

“Good.”

The line goes quiet.

So… either he’s not a big morning person or he’s still upset.

“We’re on for one, right?” I ask.

“Yes. I have a meeting in the morning, but I’ll be there.”

“Great.”

“Good.”

I search for something more to say.

Before I can come up with anything, I hear a dial tone.

Click.

I blink in astonishment.

Did he just…

Annoyance spreads through my chest. Maybe it’s because my family’s from the Caribbean, but we don’t hang up on people without the formal ‘okay, I’ll let you go now’ or ‘I’ll talk to you later’ or ‘bye’.

I chew my bottom lip in irritation.

What the hell is Brogan’s problem?

I did nothing to offend him yesterday.

Nothing.

Why is he acting like this?

Still mad, I throw my car into a parking spot and march to the elevator. As the numbers blink on the tiny monitor, I seethe.

Men!

For the life of me, I can’t understand them.

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