Page 64 of Fighting the Pull

Hale didn’t mind.

CHAPTER11

RIDE IT OUT

Them

Her…

I wokeup the next morning after the gala when my phone rang—actually rang—with a call.

Concerned, because it was Sunday, and my clock said it was just after six in the morning, I reached to take it off the charging pad, and I saw the call was from Hale.

I smiled to myself and put the phone to my ear while pulling the covers over my head so I could be in a cocoon of nothing but Hale.

“Hey,” I answered.

“I wake you?”

God, he had a great voice. Deep and smooth.

“Yes. But don’t worry about it.”

“Takeout at yours tonight?”

“Definitely. I’ll get it in. What do you want? And just to say, you’re spoiled for choice, so you could pick about anything, and I can find a great place to order it.”

“We’ll decide when I get there, and I’ll pop out and pick it up.”

“We’ll go together.”

“Sounds good. What time do you want me there?”

“Does five work?”

“Yup. Can’t wait. Now go back to sleep.”

That wasn’t going to happen.

“What are you going to do?” I asked.

“Go out for a run.”

I made a gag face he couldn’t see.

“I saw that,” he said into my pause.

I laughed softly.

“See you later, baby,” he said quietly.

“Later, Hale.”

I hung up and fought hugging my phone to my chest.

But I had a busy day, so I didn’t.

Instead, I threw off the covers and got out of bed.