Something Lovely (Bishop Family Book 9) by Brooke St. James

Author:Brooke St. James [St. James, Brooke]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blue House Press
Published: 2018-02-25T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

I didn't hesitate.

I didn't Google the time difference or anything. That didn't even cross my mind.

I clicked on Jolene's text, saw Luke's contact information, and pressed the 'call' button. It was only after his phone rang three times that I remembered that it might be in the middle of the night over there.

"Hello?"

His deep voice answered, and my stomach tensed up at the sound of it. I was already nauseated, and now I was short of breath. I should have given myself a second to think of what I was going to say before I called. I could barely breathe.

"Hello," I said. "I'm sorry. Is it the middle of the night over there?"

"It's midnight," he said.

I could hear some commotion, and I wondered where he was. Also, it sounded like he had a British accent.

"Why, what time is it where you are?" he asked.

He definitely had an accent.

"Six," I said, hesitantly.

"In the morning?" he asked.

"Evening," I said.

"Where are you calling from, exactly?"

"The United States." I answered vaguely since I was relatively sure I wasn't talking to Luke, and I didn't want to give my location. "I'm trying to reach Luke Wright."

"What's Luke doing getting a call from the United States?" the person asked, as if calling into the room.

"It's probably his sister," I heard another man say.

Then I heard, "What are you doing answering my phone?"

There was some rustling around, and then there he was.

"Hello?" he asked.

No accent.

It was Luke; I knew it.

I was out of my head with nerves.

I paced the floor.

"Luke?" I said.

"Yeah, hang on. Let me… Is this Jo?"

"No, it's not. Is it a bad time?"

"No. It's fine. Who is this?"

"It's Ivy Bishop."

"Really?" I could hear the smile in his voice, and it made me smile.

"Yes really."

"How are you? Is everything okay with my sister?"

"Yeah, she's fine. She's good. I just got off the phone with her."

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine."

I continued to hear commotion.

"Where are you?" I asked.

"One of our customers owns a pub over here in Chelsea. A bunch of us came over here to hang out and listen to some music. What's going on? It's good to hear from you."

"I worried, after I called, that you might be sleeping," I said, since I was a huge, nervous dork.

"Not on a Friday night," he said.

There was a smile in his voice, and I felt jealous that he was doing anything but hanging out with me on a Friday night. I felt an astounding amount of nerves and butterflies just from the sound of his voice.

I continued to pace. I could hear him changing locations. The commotion died down. I could still hear sounds, but they were quieter.

"I'm stepping outside," he said. "I could hardly hear you in there." He took a deep breath. "Am I dreaming, or did you say this was Ivy Bishop?" he asked.

"You're not dreaming," I said. I was so excited to talk to him that I felt as though my face could crack to pieces with a smile. I

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