She dreaded going back to her father with no pendant, fearing that he was going to explode and call the cops, and also was upset that she had pissed Connor off. She simply could not win. It was night fall when she pulled into the Clayton estate driveway. Before she could shut off the engine of her corvette, her cell rung. She glanced at it where it lay in the passenger seat. Should I answer it? A second later, she picked it up and checked the caller id. It was Connor. "Hey," Connor's deep voice came through, sending tingles along her skin. "Hey," Erica replied. "I'm sorry about the way I acted earlier." Relief swept through Erica's breasts. The whole day she had feared that their friendship was over and it was so liberating to find out now that it wasn't. "And I'm sorry for accusing you," Erica admitted.
