Chapter 28

"Can I call you back later?" he muttered under his breath, no doubt trying to keep me from hearing whatever was left of the conversation he was having. "Hold on, Flower, I need to take this call really quick," he murmured while pulling away from me and stepping out onto his back deck. I watched him with pursed lips as he spoke animatedly, using his hands every so often, for about ten minutes. He abruptly ended the call and slipped his phone back into his pocket, proceeding to open and then slam the double French doors closed before making his way back over to me.

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm not going to be able to take you to dinner tonight. Some shit just came up that I need to deal with. Can we reschedule? How about I pick you up tomorrow and take you out to lunch instead. Does that sound okay?" he asked while looking genuinely sorry.