Page 44 of Finding Happily Ever After
Natalie arrived as the caller went to voicemail on Aiden’s phone. Still, she picked it up to flip the switch that would silence the phone.
Ten missed calls?
That was a lot of calls.
Brenna Adams.
All the calls had been from aBrenna Adams. Aiden’s sister?
No.
He’d told her that he was an only child. And she already knew that his mother’s name was Sherry. Maybe an aunt or cousin? Whomever it was, they really wanted to get hold of Aiden. Natalie hoped it wasn’t an emergency. But if it was…Aiden needed to know.Should she wake him?
Her thoughts darted to the naked and very sexy man she’d left asleep in the other room and how she’d hoped she’d be waking him up.
But if it was—
Before she could finish the thought, the phone rang again.
Brenna Adams.
The name and picture of a very pretty dark-haired woman filled the screen.
Without thinking, Natalie pushed the button to accept the call. It probably wasn’t her place to answer Aiden’s cell phone, but if it were an emergency, it probably shouldn’t go to voicemail again.
“Aiden’s phone.”
“Who the hell is this?”
Taken aback by the vitriol in the woman’s voice, Natalie’s good mood faded a bit. “I’m sorry,” she said with a shake of her head. “Is there an emergency? Should I get Aiden to—”
“I’d say there’s a fucking emergency,” the woman’s voice snapped on the line.
Natalie’s stomach sank. “Oh no.” She started to move toward the hallway and the bedroom to wake Aiden, but she froze when the woman spoke again.
“Some random bitch is answering my husband’s phone.”
Husband.
Surely she hadn’t heard the woman right.
BrennaAdams.
No. That didn’t make any sense.Aiden wasn’t…
“I’m sorry,” Natalie said softly. “Who are you calling?”
“Myhusband,” the woman spat. “Aiden Adams.”
Just like that, the floor beneath Natalie’s feet vanished and she was somehow floating in the air, above her body.Husband? Aiden?It didn’t make any sense.
She couldn’t feel her legs. Couldn’t feel her hands. Nothing.Was her body even still there?
Somehow she managed to lower herself to the floor before she fell over, the phone still in her hand, pressed to her ear.
“You weren’t expecting that, were you?” Brenna cackled on the other end of the phone.
Was it funny? It wasn’t funny. Then why was she laughing?
