Chapter 63

He’s never waited this long to call before. What if something’s happened?
I take a cab home, rather than the tube, which is an unnecessary expense but I don’t want to go underground and lose phone reception. (I know how dismal that sounds, but I’m being honest.)
I take a shower with my phone propped up on the closed toilet seat in case he rings. (He doesn’t.) Then I blow-dry my hair and put on my favourite jeans and a casual-but-totally-sexy nude-coloured top and my cosiest socks with the phone constantly in my line of vision so I can pick it up easily if he rings. (He doesn’t.) Then I head downstairs for a glass of red wine. With my phone. (As you probably guessed.) In case he rings. (He doesn’t.)