Chapter 130 She Hadnt Called

• She hadn’t called.
• Tony brooded over this absence of any contact with Hannah O’Neill as he drove to the marina on Saturday morning. For the past two days and three nights he had been more conscious of having his mobile phone on hand than he’d ever been, waiting for Hannah to test his response to her, anticipating her voice almost every time it rang. Part of him had wanted it to be her voice. At least then he could have dealt with a real problem instead of being subjected to this continual inner restlessness.
• He’d even taken his mobile to the party he’d attended in Cairns last night—just in case she called— and fully intending to let her hear the party sounds in the background so she’d know he was out enjoying himself and not thinking of her. And he’d meant to enjoy himself, too. Except he couldn’t stop thinking of how she made him feel and not one woman at the party had lit the slightest spark of interest in him.