He moved the phone so that it was held behind his hip. She could get at it if she really wanted, but he had no intention of handing it over. He wanted her attention, and dammit, he meant to have it. "That's right. You were using it." He muttered.
She was a piece of work, this chica. He truly didn't understand her, or the thoughts that were running through that pretty little head. She had every right to be angry at him for walking out...that was understandable and expected. But he could sense that what he'd done wasn't the whole truth of why she looked ready to knock his block off. It seemed old times weren't always gone and forgotten...the woman was still fully capable of driving him absolutely loco in a matter of minutes.
"Because there's business that's been left unfinished for far too long, that's why." He said in answer to her question, and risked closing the distance between him, standing toe to toe with her as his stormy gaze met hers. "Like us, for example." He knew he was stoking the fire of her rage, but he didn't care. She was just as much a ghost to him as he was to her...and he wasn't about to let her slip away into the misty night without talking to him. They each owed each other at least that much.
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