Maya's POV
I slammed the phone down so hard the receiver practically bounced, then switched it off with a decisive click. There. Let's see how you like being ignored, Ethan Quinn.
My fingers drummed against my desk as irritation bubbled up inside me. Men are all the same! The moment they think they've got you figured out, they disappear like smoke. I could practically hear his voice in my head: "Sorry Maya, work's been crazy..." Work, work, work. What am I, chopped liver?
I started pacing, my heels creating a staccato rhythm that somehow matched my racing pulse. He promised he'd visit. PROMISED. How many weeks ago was that now? Three? Four?
If I wanted to date a ghost, I would have signed up for paranormal romance, not whatever this is supposed to be.
The rational part of
