With that said, my phone pings, vibrating across the table.
We both glance at the message from Shane, telling me we need to talk.
“I’m not answering that.”
“I don’t think you should answer him ever again.”
Another ping, and I’m ready to block him, but the message isn’t from him. I swipe his name away, leaving only Lucky on the screen.
My heart flutters as I open the message.
It isn’t Lucky—my Ambrose—but it’s another confirmation that he’s okay.
Lucky:
Enough with the mushy shit until we hand his phone back.
Start counting down those hours. You have forty-eight of them until he’s all yours. – Valaria.
CHAPTER 79
Dollie—present day
Lucky:
Thank you.
20 Hours to go.
Ignoring what I’m doing, I set down the cupcake I’m decorating for Nyx, leaving the small lemon cake with all the others like it. They’re surrounded by all the mess I made while making them, while I grab my phone.
I’d texted Ambrose this morning, not expecting an answer because maybe Valaria, or maybe even his doctor, had his phone, but I wanted to wish him a happy birthday.
With frosting still on my fingers, and now, distorting the screen, my fingers tap away at the keypad.
Dollancie:
You’re counting them down, too?
Those little dots appear, and butterflies dance in my stomach.
Lucky:
By the second.
That message was… cute.
Dollancie:
Was it not cute?
Lucky:
No, it was. I’m just not used to it.
Dollancie:
I can tone it down, maybe.
