TWO DAYS LATER
I had to throw my new phone aside the moment I realized Adam’s secret message wasn’t going to show up on it. I had to go get the smashed one fixed.
Now…I keep staring at the message I sent him last night. ‘I'll meet you in Dubai. I want to hear you tell me everything.’
But he hasn’t replied. It’s been almost twenty-four hours.
I swipe my thumb down the screen again but no reply yet.
“Okay. Breathe,” I mutter to myself.
“It’s only been a day. He’s probably just… busy.” I bite into a piece of pancake on my plate and then drop the rest. I don’t even have an appetite.
Yeah, right. Adam Hilton’s phone never dies. That doesn’t make any sense.
What if he changed his mind?
“God, Adam, just say something!” I grumble out loud. I can feel my nerves rattling with frustration.
