Her phone exploded with sound.
Evelyn hurriedly moved toward her bag like a woman heading to her execution.
The moment her eyes landed on the caller ID, her heart jumped into her throat. Axel Knight.
'Oh, perfect. Just what I needed... Sir Trouble himself,' She pressed the phone to her chest, glaring at the ceiling. 'Can't he give me five minutes of peace? Just five? Or is calling me officially his hobby now?'
Taking a deep breath, she forced her tone into something soft and polite, as if she were speaking to royalty instead of the man who kept barging into her life.
"Hello, Axel…"
Her voice sounded sweet, far sweeter than she felt. If he were in the room, he'd probably smirk and accuse her of deeply missing his presence.
She half-expected his first words to be some arrogant remark. Something like "Hi Evelyn, thinking about me?" or "I hope you're not enjoying the bed too much without me, Evelyn."
Instead, his deep voice came through the speaker, calm and serious.
