SMACK— The sound was even louder than the phone hitting the floor just moments before.
But what did that have to do with him?
His brow only furrowed for a second before smoothing out again. With steady steps, he walked past the woman and picked his phone up from the floor.
The woman's body ached so much from the fall that she almost curled into a ball. She let out a soft groan, rubbing her waist as she sat up.
Archie Lockwood glanced at the woman's hair—a messy bird's nest—and then at her frumpy, matronly clothes. He took a step back in disgust, then looked down at his phone, opened the call history, and redialed the number.
