“Nick's number waited impatiently on the screen, tapping its foot. I could press the red button to cancel the call. Without pressing anything, I set the phone down on my bedside table, crossed my arms,and glared at it. Good:Nick wouldn't… — Jennifer Echols Copy Share Image
“Oh–it’s just–well, all I can say is, I’d never do anything so –so déclassé,' she finished on a note of smug satisfaction. Narrowing her eyes, Jessica glared at the phone in her hand. Where did Lila get off being so… — Francine Pascal Copy Share Image
