'I must have been in the emergency room yesterday. Mia must have answered my phone.'
'Thank goodness. If Mr. Holland had been the one to answer, that man would have probably stormed over here by now.'
Annabelle Linton bit her lip, gathering her words to try and sound less weak.
She smiled faintly and said in a calm voice, "I've been a bit busy the last two days. I went to bed early yesterday and slept straight through till now."
For some reason, Leona Grant had felt deeply uneasy for the past two days. He couldn't shake the feeling, as if something terrible was about to happen.
Whenever he had this feeling, his first thought was of Annabelle Linton.
Hearing her say that, he finally relaxed. He complained, "It seems you don't miss me at all. I've been thinking about you so much I can't sleep, and here you are, sleeping in till now."
Annabelle Linton chuckled and replied good-naturedly, "How could I not miss you? I even dreamed about you last night."
"You dreamed about me?"
