“You called me three times while I was out, got an attitude when I told you where I was, then blocked me. But I didn’t do anything?”
“I did not have an attitude.”
“Lee.”
“I didn’t.”
“You told me not to call you back.”
“So?”
“So now I’m standing here asking what the problem is.”
“There is no problem.”
“Then unblock me.”
“No.”
I stared at her, and she stared right back.
“You're mad I was on a date?”
“No.”
“Bullshit.”
“I’m not mad about your little date.”
I lifted my brows. “My little date?”
“You know what I mean.”
“Nah, I really don’t.”
Lee sighed and shifted her weight. “Van, go home.”
“You called me.”
“I know I called you.”
“Three times.”
“I know how many times I called!”
Holly jumped at the sound of her voice, and Lee immediately rubbed her little back.
I lowered mine. “Then tell me why.”
She looked away, and some of my irritation faded with it. Whatever this was, she wasn’t just mad about me going out.
“Did something happen?”
“No.”
“Lee.”
She stood there another second before stepping away from the door. “Come inside before my neighbors think I’m out here arguing with some man in the middle of the night.”