Chapter 45

• "Okay, spill. What’s going on with you and Mr. Tall, Dark, and Complicated?"
• Annie’s voice echoed through the speaker, sharp and playful, just as I remembered it. I leaned back in my chair, a soft smile tugging at my lips as I looked out of the large window of my apartment. London’s skyline stretched in front of me, but in that moment, I felt like I was back in New York, sitting across from Annie with coffee cups in hand.
• "Annie," I groaned, shaking my head though she couldn’t see me. "It’s not that simple."