Chapter 32

• Pulling the phone away from my ear, my eyes dart to the name on the screen. My jaw drops when I confirm that I’m on the phone with Dean and not Amos. I can feel myself dying on the inside. I just sounded like a mega bitch to the wrong person. Groaning as the urge to run and crawl beneath the covers so I can die of mortification alone, I bring the phone to my ear and close my eyes. I’ve had more to drink than I’m used to and it feels like it’s all hitting me at once.
• “Dear Goddess, I’m so fucking sorry,” I rushed. Dane chuckles on the other end of the phone.
• “So that wasn’t meant for me?” he asked.