Damn thing. He should have pulled the plug from the wall. ‘Yeah?’ he whispered, glancing at Caitlin’s motionless form. ‘You’re still in town?’ James winced as he heard the reproach in his father’s voice. Hell. Here he was having the time of his life in a no-holds-barred sexual marathon with a virtual stranger instead of going to see his family. How did he explain that? ‘Ah...things got delayed.’ ‘Delayed for how long?’ ‘I’m not sure. I could be called away any day.’ Caitlin’s head lifted, her blue eyes sardonically skewered him. He put a finger over her lips. ‘Come home, James,’ his father growled. ‘You should see your mother.’ James swallowed. He hated the disappointment he heard. But he deserved to feel bad. ‘I’ll see what I can do.’ Caitlin didn’t take her eyes off him the entire rest of the stilted phone call. ‘I don’t want to go,’ he said belligerently the second he replaced the receiver on the cradle.
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