บท 55: Chapter 55

The bathroom was no longer humid from Wills’s shower. He’d folded the towel and draped it over the rack, but the bath mat was still damp. I ran my fingers over it.

There was no point in mooning over something that wasn’t meant to be. Hadn’t I learned by nowthat it was useless?

I went back to bed. The scent of Wills’s aftershave lingered on his pillow, and I took it intomy arms, as if it were him, and rested my cheek against it. As I lay there reliving the night before and regretting it wasn’t likely to happen again, a sudden thought crossed my mind—maybe he hadn’t left it on purpose. He had been pressed for time.

And while he hadn’t given me his phone number, I had something almost as good.

I reached for the extension by the bed and dialed Vince’s cell phone.

“Vincent.”

“Vince, it’s Sweetcheeks.”

“What are you doing up at this hour? Is everything all right?” He sounded tense.