Page 116 of Crossed Wires: The Complete Series
He tried to recall if Harper had ever said the woman’s name. He was sure she had, but it simply hadn’t stuck. He really needed to work on his paying attention skills.
Great. So now he knew who was in his bed. Problem was he still didn’t know why she was there or where Harper was. He reached for his phone once more and dialed his sister’s number. It took him straight to voicemail.
“Harper. It’s Andrew. Why the fuck is Amy here? And where the fuck are you? Call me back.”
He clicked off the phone and cursed his temper. She’d never call him back now.
Andrew retrieved his laptop from the front hall where he’d left it last night and fired it up on the island in the kitchen. Then he pulled over a stool. A quick check of his email confirmed what his producer had said yesterday. Filming would be postponed for not quite a week and if the monsoon did too much damage, they’d have to fall back and punt, find another locale.
Harper had said her so-called conference would last one week. Now he was wondering if that was where she really was. Why would she invite a friend to visit from Australia, then leave town?
She wouldn’t.
He racked his brain for an answer, but nothing came. He glanced upward. One person knew what was going on and she was sleeping in the room above his head. Since it didn’t appear Harper was going to answer his questions, maybe it was time he and Amy had a little heart-to-heart.
Time for the moment of truth. Climbing the stairs, he headed toward his room.
He was surprised when he spotted Amy, fully dressed and sitting on the edge of his bed, talking on the phone. He paused at the doorway. She hadn’t noticed him.
“What the hell am I supposed to tell him?” she asked the other person on the phone.
Him who?Himhim?
“I understand that, but…” She paused, obviously listening to something the other person was saying. “Okay. I’ll try. Yeah. Sure. I promise.”
Amy’s shoulders sagged as she sighed and he wondered who she was talking to. Was she talking to Harper? About him?
He stepped into the room. Amy’s eyes widened when she spotted him.
“Um, listen. I have to go. Give my love to Thomo and Blue. See you later.”
She disconnected the phone quickly and turned it off.
“Important phone call?”
She shook her head. “Not really. Just checking in back home.” He couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes wandered away from his. Amy was a lousy poker player.
“I noticed your suitcase in the guest room.”
She nodded, but didn’t offer an answer. Her eyes, which had been so warm and friendly last night, seemed leery this morning. He walked across the room, standing in front of her. He casually took her phone from her.
“What are you doing?” she asked, trying to grab it back.
Andrew flicked it on. Fucking security lock. “Who were you talking to?”
“None of your business.”
“Sweetheart, you made it my business when you broke into my house and made yourself at home in my bed.”
Amy bit her lower lip. He was being an asshole, but he was tired and starting to worry about his sister.
“I told you. I didn’t break in. I have a key.”
He nodded slowly. “That’s right. The key. Who gave it to you?”
“A friend.”
Andrew’s temper exploded. “Goddamn it, Amy. I’m not playing around. Who gave you the fucking key?”
