She spent almost half an hour just answering questions from Harry. It almost felt like she was talking with a possessive boyfriend.
Heck, it almost felt like she was talking with a vinegar tank!
At the end of their conversation, the frown in her face was so deep, she felt like her skin tightened so much, it hurt. She, in her anger, ended the conversation abruptly, could no longer take his neverending questions about why she deliberately forgetting to inform him about her trip to the island, and why she did not invite him to go along.
It was so frustrating, it gave her a headache!
She dropped the phone back to the bed with a loud groan. Her hand rubbed her head, trying to ease the pain.
"Damn."
After a few minutes, she got up and walked slowly to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Her headache was getting worse and she needed a pill to stop it.
