Burnt Dreams
Maya held the phone in her hand, finger hovering over the last number, but then she threw it back on the desk. Closing her eyes, she pinched the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger. How could she call a client while Paul made such infernal noises in the kitchen, banging around pots and pans and slamming drawers shut? She sighed. Ever since the man had come back yesterday, he'd been in such a foul mood it equaled the weather outside. Fed up and determined to find out