Phoebe's POV
Two hours later, Alistair walked me back to my place next door, waiting respectfully until he spotted the lights flickering on in my second-floor bedroom before heading back.
I threw my phone and Bluetooth earphones carelessly across the bed, snatched up my pajamas, and made a beeline for the bathroom. With my phone still synced to the earphones, I missed the incoming calls while showering.
Thirty minutes later, I stepped out wearing an adorable nightgown, towel-drying my damp hair. The phone screen was glowing, so I wandered over and picked it up. Five or six missed calls stared back at me, along with several text messages—all from Sergio.
I arched an eyebrow, wondering if he'd finally noticed I hadn't come home and decided to call. Or maybe he'd seen the buzz on the Clearwater University forum and was waiting for me to return so he could give me a lecture.
Since I still hadn't shown up, he probably couldn't resist calling.
