23| Arnica.

I lift my phone as I look away from the window and glance at the time.

The day has already passed, and it's now evening. Maverick still hasn't bothered to return my calls. I've tried to contact him multiple times, and they all went to voice mail.

I had to ask Lucy for his number, and she looked a little bemused as to why I didn’t already have it saved on my phone.

“I don't mean to pry, Mrs. Quinn, but may I ask why you don't have Mr. Quinns number already saved in your contacts?” She asked as she reached into her apron pocket and extracted her phone.

“This is a new phone and…”

“Oh, say no more.” She muttered before she read me Mavericks' number out loud.

If I had any idea that Maverick was going to ghost me, I would have asked to borrow her phone instead.

I have this weird sense that he already has mine. Of course, he does…

I bloody worked for him and wrote it down on my job application form.

What's the point of having a phone if he isn’t going to bother answering my calls?

Well, scr