Willow, already in edge, flinched. Heat rushed to her face, deepening the flush in her cheeks as her eyes darted anxiously around.
Frustration knotted in her chest. She squeezed her eyes shut and bit down on the back of her hand, caught in a tug-of-war with her own impulses.
What had she been thinking just now?
Had she really been that eager to kiss Rainer?
Where was her self control?
Rainer' face remained unreadable, but the slight furrow in his brow hinted at his displeasure.
His lips parted as he was ready to say he could ignore the call.
But Willow pointed at his pocket, where the phone buzzed insistently. "Answer it. What if it's important."
He glanced at her flushed face, his throat tightening all over again.
The urge to kiss her still burned in his chest, but he shoved it down.
Now all that pent-up frustration had a new target —the person who had interrupted them.
Jaw tight, he pulled out his phone with a sullen face.
The caller was Olivia.
