You have the wrong number, I replied slowly, my tongue lodged between my teeth. Sighing, I threw the phone on the table and fell back on my pillow, my arm over my eyes.
Ding-a-bink-a-ding! Don’t play me, Emily.
Annoyance flustered me as an arm settled across my stomach. “Everything okay, Beth?” my husband, Dalton, mumbled into my side.
Happy Sunday! Too bad there's Monday to look forward to.