Chapter 18

"Megan." I froze. The number had been a private one and whilst I wouldn't usually answer any number I didn't recognise, I was caught off guard nestled in the warm bosom of my home enjoying my perfect day and had clicked the accept button without thinking. "Megan, it's Harper." I sat up immediately, reaching for the remote and hitting the pause button. Russell Crowe, glorious in full gladiator gear, stopped mid-swing of his sword, spraying blood up onto the screen, his face contorted with a fierce battle cry. "What do you want?" I could barely squeak out a whisper. "Can I see you?" My stomach lurched and I squeezed my thighs together instinctively. "You've got to be kidding me?" "Look, I know it's been a few days...." he began but I cut him off, suddenly furious that he had dared to call me. "What? You leave me by the roadside, with barely a goodbye and then you call up a