Elisabeth's POV
"So what happened next?" Alana's smile stretched so wide across her face that I immediately wished I'd never picked up the phone. If calling her had seemed like a questionable decision before, now I was certain it ranked among my worst ideas ever.
I shook my head, trying to suppress the mortification that had been eating at me since this morning. The fact that he'd simply left without uttering a single word made everything infinitely worse. Why couldn't he have said something, anything at all?
Even a dry comment like "Interesting wake-up call" would have been preferable to that crushing silence. Though knowing Jefferson Harding, he'd never say something so casual. The mere thought of it almost managed to lighten my mood. Almost.
