Chapter 24

ANNA. I fidget, heart hammering for some odd reason as I dial the number of the arrogant man. It rings out the first time with no response. I dial once more, tickling Finn's nose with the tip of my finger. His small hands encircle it and he brings it to his mouth, biting softly on it with his still-growing teeth. The line rings out again and I start to wonder if this is a sign. I mean, it's not like we'll ever meet again or he'd remember me if I chose not to call. Not that he even wants me to. I'm merely doing this because I'm not a woman who runs from her responsibilities. On the third ring, an angry voice flows into the phone, "Do you not know how to take a bloody hint?! I'm busy!" My left brow arches and I clear my throat, speaking in a way I'd only ever reserved for clients who got on my nerves while I still worked. "Am I on to Mr. O'Connor?" There's a growl over the line and then he hangs up. Oh no, you don't. I call again. He doesn't pick up, so I keep calling until he do