Anna glanced down at their hands, then back at the man holding hers. The warmth of his grip was unexpected, unsettling in a way she couldn't quite place.
"I… uh—" she began, but her phone buzzed violently in her pocket, cutting her off.
Ethan's fingers loosened immediately, his hand falling back as Anna fumbled for her phone. One glance at the screen, and her breath caught.
Daniel.
Her stomach flipped. 'Why the hell is he calling me now?'
She froze, fidgeting, her mind racing. If he was home and had noticed her absence, she was done for.
"What's wrong?" Ethan's voice pulled her back. His eyes never left her, steady and unblinking, as if he were trying to read every twitch of her expression. "Why aren't you answering?"
Anna's lips parted. She wanted to speak, to explain—but no words came. She couldn't let Ethan know who it was. And she couldn't let Daniel know where she was.
