"Hi, Abigail. Can I call you now? I want to update you on a few important things."
As Abigail typed her reply, another message came through.
"If you're busy, that's fine. I can call you when you're free."
A faint smile spread across her face as she read his text. How could a person like Andy Bennet, the trillionaire, sound surprisingly humble? She had never imagined someone like him could be so gentle with an ordinary woman like her.
"Sure, you can, Andy!"
Abigail wasn't sure what he wanted to discuss, but she needed his distraction; otherwise, she might end up in the emergency room over her blood pressure. The thought of waiting for her grandma to talk to Sawyer alone felt torturous.
Her cell phone buzzed again, and she quickly answered Andy's call.
"Hi, Andy..." she greeted him casually. She remembered their bet—if she spoke formally, she would have to treat him to lunch.
