He was genuinely stunned. Once he recovered, afraid of making her angry, Zane Jennings didn't dare to gloat. He swallowed hard. "I-I'll go get the car."
With that, he quickly walked away, a cheerful bounce in his step.
He rounded a corner, and only after confirming he was out of her sight did Zane Jennings stop in his tracks, exhaling heavily.
A few seconds later, he raised a hand to rub the tip of his nose, a smile spreading across his face as he headed inside.
Erin Lowell remained frozen on the spot, her head bowed. Her unfocused gaze darted randomly across the ground.
'Her mind was in utter chaos.'
The ringing of her phone broke through Erin Lowell's flustered confusion. It had been vibrating in her hand for a long time, but she answered without checking the caller ID. "Hello."
The response from the other end of the line was a fit of uncontrollable coughing.
Erin Lowell hadn't looked at the caller ID, but she recognized the voice. "Ian Sheffield, have you caught a cold?"
