Today I thought I’d share an excerpt from book 2 in my Free Will series, Do Over.
“We’re sorry. The number you have reached is no longer in service. If you feel you’ve reached this message in error, please hang up and try again.”
How the hell could her number no longer be in service? I had just freaking called her a few hours ago and it worked. I tried again, only to get the same monotone recording.
What the fuck?
Flinging the damn phone, I cussed. “Son of a bitch.” I rubbed my hand over my eyes, fighting a tension headache. This day could not get any worse. Everything I’d done was falling apart and I couldn’t stop the avalanche of shit piling up around me.
“Austin, seriously?” Randy caught the phone seconds before it hit him in the face. “Why are you throwing shit at me?”
“I wasn’t throwing it at you. I just…” I balled up my fists, barely resisting the urge to slam one into the wall. Forcing a deep breath into my lungs only helped briefly. “Kara’s number is no longer in service.”