Spring City
The blaring ring of my phone rips me from sleep. Genevaâs name flashes on the screen. I answer.
âGeneva?â I groan, voice heavy with sleep.
âYou still in bed?â she fires back.
âYeah, late night,â I mutter, rubbing my eyes, trying to shake off the fog of sleep.
âShe called. Just got off the phone with her,â she says, tension thick in her voice.
Iâm suddenly sitting upright, sleep forgotten. âAny clues?â
âOh yeah,â she confirms, and I can practically hear her biting her lip.
âWhat did she say?â My heartâs doing a weird drum solo now.
Genevaâs whisper sends chills down my spine. âSheâs got the dirt on Duke. Stuff Aisling needs to hear. Heâs been playing dirty, Elena.â
âSeriously?â My voice is a mix of shock and excitement.
âIâm freaking out here,â Geneva admits.
My brainâs already in overdrive. âHeâs cheating, right? Has to be.â
âThatâs my bet. But it might be even nastier,â she says, worry dripping from each word.
Iâm all in now. âTell her to grab that cash offer today. Iâm dying to know Dukeâs dirty secrets.â
âOkay,â Geneva agrees, her voice firm.
And we hang up. Iâm left sitting in bed, heart racing, mind spinning, wondering what in the world Dukeâs been up to.