15. A wolf in sheepskin.

“You have reached the voicemail box of Rowan Yorke. Leave a message and I'll return your call as soon as I'm free. Thank you.”

“Arghhh…” A frustrated groan leaves my mouth.

I'm seated at the front pouch of my apartment, dressed in a black bum short and a big grey shirt.

I stand up and lean on the balcony.

Putting the phone close to my mouth, I exhale softly.

“Rowan, I'm so…so sorry that I missed your calls and left you hanging at the hotel. I can swear, my schedule got complicated. Please, I'll do my very best to make it up to you. Love you.”

I sit back down after hitting the send button. I hope this works.

It didn't even take a minute before he texted. “Young woman, I can't accept a voicemail as an apology. Do what you ought to do.”

I giggle softly. It's as if I already know he'd write that. “I'll come over tonight.” I texted back.

I get up and head into the kitchen to do some cleaning. The entire week has been so full of schedules at the office and I have barely paid attention to my