Wyatt refused to pick up the phone at first. He waited for the voicemail. Rarely ever picked up the phone at Last Stop anyway unless it was a scheduled call from his sister or Kyle. There was a recorder; they could leave a message if it was that important. Thankfully, Viv did. And as Wyatt played it back, he couldn’t stop the small smile that pulled at the corners of his mouth. Not only did she sound forgiving, but she also was covering for him. To Wyatt, she sounded like safety.
He picked up the phone and dialed.
Viv was already sitting at the bar in a local club when her phone began buzzing. The club was pretty close to empty and she heard the buzzing coming from her purse. She fished it out and debated internally whether or not to answer it, since she didn’t recognize the number, but went ahead and answered it anyway, covering her other ear with one hand.