Where could he be? Tory questioned in her mind while pacing from the balcony to the kitchen which was about 20 steps. She pulled out her cell phone to see if she had missed a call, but there was nothing. She decided to call him but his voicemail picked up,
"Hey this is Carter, leave a message." Beep...
"Carter, it's Tory. Um, it's 6:30 and I was wondering if we were still on for dinner? (Sigh.) Give me a call back when you get a chance." She sat down on the wicker chair watching wave after wave crash against the rocky shore. It wasn't like Carter to forget, or not to call if he was going to be late. She waited another thirty minutes before sending him a text.
'Where r u?' Sent 7:00
'R U OK?' Sent 7:25
'Pls call me, I'm worried.' Sent 8:01
Her cell phone rang at 8:45. She must have fallen asleep listening to the constant hum of the ocean. She picked it up but didn't recognize the number. Instead of answering, she let the call go to voicemail. A moment passed and the phone rang again, same caller id. She again let it go to voicemail. A few minutes passed and her phone rang again. Seriously? She thought as she huffed over to the counter. Same number! As she was placing her finger on the icon, a loud knock came from her front door.
"Carter?" Of course it had to be Carter. No one else knew where she lived. She laughed to herself and sat the phone on the counter without answering.
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Cryptic Ocean {Book 1}
General FictionVictoria Garrison-Ammon or Tory as her friends call her, decided to return to school in her mid-thirties. Her goal was to improve her and her husbands life. Sixteen years of marriage is teetering on divorce after her husband, Carter reveals that he...
