“I’m gonna do it then too,” he returned, his arm stil around me, his hand stil at my neck.
Holy cow.
“I’m sorry but you Denver people are nuts. I’ve known you al , like, a day and I just got cal s from Daisy, Al y and Jet.
Tod actual y came over bringing half of Neiman Marcus’s accessory department with him to help me get dressed.
The entire Denver experience is weird. Beyond weird.
Denver is “The Twilight Zone,” I told him.
“We’re friendly.”
“You can say that again.”
He ignored my comment and asked, “You hungry?” I wasn’t hungry, I’d eaten a mountain of food only a few hours before.
If I said no, I wasn’t certain what my options were and since we were in a room that consisted mainly of furniture on which a girl could only find trouble (or, in my case, more trouble), I lied.
“Starving.”
It was then, the smile in his eyes hit his mouth.
Holy cow.
My phone rang.
“Shit!” I cried, pul ing out of his arms and lifting the phone to look at it. “Who could it be now? It has to be Indy.” I stopped talking when Hank plucked the phone out of my hand, flipped it open and put it to his ear.
I stared at him in disbelief.
“Yeah?” he said into the phone.
“Whisky, you can’t just answer my phone,” I snapped, sounding a lot like Jet when she snapped at Eddie, that was to say, ful of shit. I reached to take it away from him but he jerked his head away from my reach.
“Hel o?” he said, sounding far more serious.
My body froze and my heart stopped.
Bil y.
This was not good. I thought it would be Indy, Duke, Stevie, Lee, Eddie and half dozen other people I barely knew who were al of a sudden my friends. Not Bil y.
He took the phone from his ear and flipped it shut.
“Who was it?” I asked, wondering if I should ask for CPR
pre-heart attack and deciding Hank’s lips on mine (again) was not a good idea.
“No answer.”
The phone rang again.
I reached for it, knowing now who it was and feeling panic spreading through my body but Hank stepped away, flipped it open and put it to his ear. “Hel o?” he said.
I moved toward him and got in his space. “Hank,” I I moved toward him and got in his space. “Hank,” I whispered.
“Is someone there?” Hank said into the phone.