*Leah*
I stared at his retreating back, suppressing the urge to pull him back. There was no need to hurry, I had the whole weekend to flirt with Declan.
“Sh*t,” I cursed, as I realized that I still hadn’t called Marcella. For all she knew, I was seeing Declan briefly at a restaurant close to our apartment. Frantically, I rushed back to the bedroom and picked up my phone to call her.
It was dead!
Sh*t.
I needed to find a charger, since Declan didn’t give me time to bring mine. He hadn’t given me a full tour of the house, so I didn’t know my way around. If anyone knew where things were, it’d be Mrs. Thompson. But first, I had to find her.
There was no one in the hallway when I stepped out of the room. I walked slowly, trying to retrace the steps I took with Declan, so I could find the living room.
“Hello, Miss Garcia,” a voice said.