Chapter 87 When It Comes To Feelings?

• The steady buzz of Rosie’s phone against the coffee table was starting to feel personal. Like the universe itself was tapping a finger, again and again, on the edge of her already fraying nerves.
• It danced against the smooth surface, just slightly off-beat—as if even the phone was anxious. Liam’s name blinked on the screen, bright and patient. Of course he was calling again. Of course.
• Rosie stared at it. One hand hovered above the device, fingers half-curled like they couldn’t quite commit to action. Then, with the resigned flair of someone swatting away an emotion instead of a fly, she flipped the phone over. Face down. Out of sight, out of... yeah, that never worked.