The man's voice was grim, yet thick with implication.
Holly Sinclair got the message.
She backed down.
She quickly turned and buried her face back in the pillow.
She gritted her teeth, cursing silently.
'Tristan Sterling, you bastard!'
'You're a complete and utter scumbag!!'
Right in the middle of her silent tirade, Tristan Sterling's phone suddenly rang.
Holly froze.
She jerked her foot back.
Ha.
'It must be his one true love again, acting like she's dying just to see him.'
She sat up, her eyes filled with scorn as she looked at him.
Tristan Sterling glanced at his phone, and as if he knew what she was thinking, put the call on speaker.
"Tristan."
"Mom."
"Come home for dinner tomorrow night. Bring Holly Sinclair."
"Okay."
It was actually a call from Stella Grayson.
The mother and son were brief and to the point; the call was over in two sentences.
"You heard her." Tristan Sterling slipped the phone back into his pocket and looked at Holly Sinclair.
