Mummy Dearest: The XOXO Files, Book 1 (2011) - Plot & Excerpts
I punched the house number into my cell phone as soon as I stepped into the elevator. No answer. Again no answer. I began to get irritated. Where was he? Noah had said he was going to spend the evening at home. That had been part of his annoyance with my taking this weekend to go out of town: that instead of going to any of the parties we’d been invited to, he’d be stuck at home. I hesitated and then I tried his cell phone. The odds of it being switched on were slim. Noah disliked using his cell for anything but emergencies. This wasn’t an emergency exactly, but I was a little worried about him. Things did happen. Even to men like Noah—a man most “things” would hesitate to fuck with. To my astonishment, his cell rang. Once. Twice. He picked up the call and then there was the usual signature fumbling while Noah figured out how to hold his phone properly. While he juggled, I could hear background noise: music, clinking plates, and someone—not Noah—laughing.
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