ROBYN
Oh, God! I just hung up on him. I was so immature. Why did he have to answer my questions? Why did he have to be so brutally honest?
I threw my phone on the bed and ran to his bathroom. I was already fully awake, and I really missed him. Of course, I always missed him every time he was away, but this time, it was different.
The anticipation— the suspense was killing me, only to be ruined by his flight. It was a bummer, really.
I washed my face when I heard my phone ring. He must have called me again.
After cleaning my wounds, I went downstairs. Max was already awake, making breakfast while the coffee was brewing.
“Morning.”
“Morning, Robyn. How’s your sleep?”
“Great. I just talked to Spade. His flight to Seattle is in a few hours.”
“Seattle?” He looked confused as he asked
