“Aren’t you going to answer it?” Desmond inquired Dasha with curiosity in his blue-green globes.
She was just staring at the screen of her cell phone as it rang incessantly. It reflected “Private Number” again, and her heart was beating wildly. She did not want to think it was Brando again. How he knew her number, she had no clue. And it was real creepy.
She took a deep breath, her mind still trying to decide whether or not she should take the call or not. Her finger hovered above the screen and chose to decline it.
She smiled at Desmond and shoved the phone back in her bag. “It’s okay. I think it’s not important.”
He looked at her in a soul-penetrating way, which made her heart jump and thrum hard. “Was it your mother again?”
“No. It was a private number, and I don’t want to answer
