Monica's POV
I reached for my phone as the workday wrapped up, dialing Morris's number to break our evening plans.
"Hey beautiful, I was just thinking about you. Everything alright?" His voice carried that familiar warmth that always made me smile.
"Everything's perfect. Just wanted to let you know we won't be able to meet tonight."
"Am I being abandoned for something better?" The playful hurt in his voice made me laugh.
"Girls' night. Shopping marathon followed by a sleepover at my place."
Morris groaned dramatically. "So I have to survive without you and Austin? Your friends are stealing my happiness."
"Call your buddies—they're probably all girlfriend-less tonight too. We'll reconnect tomorrow," I teased.
"Fine. But I'm not thrilled about facing the female battalion."
"Battalion?"
"That's exactly what you are—a highly organized female militia ready for tactical strikes. I know better than to interfere." His comment had me laughing out loud.
