Forty One

Mike? I looked at my phone, wondering if I should pick the call. Well, if I didn’t, he would keep calling. And, the least I wanted was for Ian to find out about Mike. It could get nasty. I slid the answer button, and it connected in one swipe. “I have to go now.” “What the hell is wrong with you?” Our words collided as one, and I had to do a double take. I brought the phone out of my earlobe, and stared at the contact details, it was Mike as I had assumed. I replaced it back, seething with rage “Why are you talking to me this way?” I demanded. “Tell me where are you right now?” He snapped with another question of his own. I took a deep breath, and looked around to be sure Ian hadn’t stepped into the apartment. “I’m out with a friend,” I said simply. “At Radisson Boulevard.” “Are you spying on me?” I queried, stunned. He scoffed. “I have better things to do with my time, than spy on you, Maya. One of the pack members saw you going there. I need you to get out of there right