"Wait, why?"
"Brody's calling."
"Right now?"
"Yeah. Right now. I'll call you back later, alright?"
"You'd better," she warned.
I was literally trembling when I answered the new call. "Hello?"
But it wasn't Brody who replied. It wasn't even a guy.
It was a vaguely familiar female voice, who wasted no time in demanding, "Who's this?"
Disappointment coursed through me, even as I said, "It's Arden. Who's this?"
"No one." And with that, the caller disconnected.
I stared at my phone for a long moment before I realized with a start why the voice sounded so familiar.
It was Waverly.
I was almost sure of it.
I dropped my phone and bolted from my bedroom, determined to find out what the heck was going on.
Chapter 68
Arden
Waverly glowered up at me. "I have no idea what you mean."
I'd found her in the living room, perched on the sofa scrolling through her cell phone. Not wanting to waste any time, I'd asked her flat-out if she'd just called me from Brody's old number.
And of course, she'd denied it.Repeatedly.
I didn't believe her.
And it wasn't only because I'd recognized her voice. It was the sly look in her eye, even now, as she feigned innocence.
I told her, "You're lying. I can tell."
"Oh, so that's how it is?" Her voice rose. "You're calling me a liar?"
I crossed my arms. "Yup."
"Well, I don't appreciate it."
"Good," I said, "because I don't appreciate it either. And why were you calling me, anyway?"
"Because Iwasn'tcalling you," she said, "as I've already made clear."
I didn't bother hiding my disbelief. "And where's Brody's phone?"
"I don't know," she said. "You'll have to ask Brody."
At the mere thought of asking him anything, something squeezed at my heart.If only it were so easy.
