295 INNER TURMOIL, SHARED BREAKFAST, A TEXT MESSAGE

Davis laid in bed, staring at the ceiling as he visualized the face of Anna. He sighed as he turned over in bed, coming face-to-face with his phone. “Should I call her?” He muttered as she stared at the phone before sighing and returning back to staring at the ceiling. “Why did I have to bump into her last night? And why didn't I say anything and allow her to walk away just like that?” He berated himself. “What if she had gotten the wrong idea about her?” At the thought, he shot up from his bed, his eyes widened when he remembered how angry she had looked. It would only make sense if she had assumed his friend was his new woman. “I mean, she even called me by name. Why didn't I think of that earlier?” He groaned as he plopped down back on the bed. “What do I do now?” He wondered. He stood from his bed, deciding to go out for a jog again. Since exercising and bathing twice hadn't stopped him from thinking about her, perhaps another run around the estate would do the job. Jus