Chapter 9
“You must be exhausted,” I said, stifling a yawn. My ear hurt from the pressure of the phone. In the last hour, I’d been on the line with Davinder and downed half a bottle of red wine, and now it was all hitting me—the emotion, the alcohol and finally hearing his voice after all these years.
He’d kept his promise, calling me the moment he’d stepped into his hotel lobby. Fay and Noah had gone back to Noah’s hotel room to hang out. The kids, as he referred to them, would probably spend a few hours on YouTube and drink Arizona Iced Tea. No big deal.
“Well, we’ve been talking for an hour, I think.” Davinder sounded drowsy. “You want to go to bed?”
I should, but I didn’t want to hang up just yet.
“No, not just now.”
And besides, we were finally getting to the part of his and Ren
