Not Until You Part VIII: Not Until You Love - Plot & Excerpts
I rolled over to find Foster groping around the hotel room in the dark and cursing. “Who the fuck would call this early? And where the hell is my phone?” I wrapped the covers around me, the chill of the room raising goose bumps on my skin, and climbed out of bed, dragging the sheet with me. “I think it’s over here on the desk.” I grabbed it for him, but it’d stopped ringing by that time. “Dammit,” he said from the other side of the room. I peeked over at the clock. A little past five. Calls this early were never good. For me it usually meant a panicked family and an injured pet, but I had a feeling someone calling Foster this early would be even more ominous. “Does it say who it was?” he asked, fumbling around for the lamp. I flipped over the phone and hit the button to illuminate the screen. Ugh. Bile burned the back of my throat.
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