"Sinclair?"
Hearing only silence from the other end of the line, Melissa spoke again, her voice tentative and cautious.
"Did you hear what I said?"
Vicente smirked.
Adorably clueless, wasn't she?
"Sinclair?"
The prolonged silence finally tipped her off.
Pulling the phone away, she realized the call had ended long ago.
"Vicente!!"
Her head snapped up, fiery eyes locking onto the culprit.
"You played me?"
"Obviously," Vicente's ruggedly handsome face broke into an unapologetic grin.
"I did."
"Damn it, absolutely infuriating!!"
Melissa clenched her fists so hard her knuckles turned white, then dashed toward Vicente with fire in her eyes.
"Today, I'm gonna show you what a fist the size of a sandbag feels like!"
Vicente glanced at her tiny, unthreatening fist—barely bigger than his palm—and smirked even wider.
"Sure, if you can catch me first."
Vicente turned and strode forward.
His steps seemed unhurried, but he moved with surprising speed.
