Isla’s POV
For a second, a ridiculous, traitorous second, I considered letting it ring. Not because I didn’t want to answer, but because I knew exactly what answering would do to me.
Three days.
Three stupid days away from Seattle and somehow my body had already adjusted to missing him.
Pathetic.
I grabbed the phone before it could stop ringing.
“Hi.”
There was a brief pause. Then his voice came through low and familiar.
“Did you forget how phones work?”
A smile immediately tugged at my mouth.
“I picked up.”
“After ignoring my messages.”
“Sorry, I was busy.”
“Doing what?”
I leaned back in my chair, spinning slightly. Paperwork scattered across the desk. Dad’s files. Ethan’s notes tucked carefully beneath them.
“Work,” I said casually.
Not technically a lie, just not the w
