Single Mama Drama
"Damn you, Eli," I muttered when my fiancé's voice mail picked up for the gazillionth time. "Are you planning to never talk to me again?"
Cursing softly under my breath, I f lipped my cell phone shut. No point leaving another message. It was obvious—painfully so—that Eli was avoiding me.
Great. It wasn't even nine-thirty in the morning yet, and it was clear that the day was going to be full of drama.
I'd been calling Eli since shortly after he stormed out of our apartment the night before, and so far, I hadn't heard a word from him. Did he expect me to grovel? Perhaps take out a billboard ad announcing to all of South Florida that I had overreacted? We'd had a fight. So what? It certainly didn't warrant him acting like I no longer existed.
Enough was enough. If Eli didn't have the decency to get back to me, why should I spend the day moping over him?
Balancing my Starbucks latte in one hand, I shoved my cell phone into my purse with the other, then strode purposefully into the office building on NE Fifth Street, where I worked in downtown Miami. I showed my ID card to security before heading for the bank of elevators. Only one other person was waiting t ... read full excerpt from: Single Mama Drama ebook
