Chapter Fifteen

Eyes closed, Graeme Clough slowly pushed his fingers through his black hair and tilted his head until it made a soothing crack sound as drops of water from the shower travelled down his body to his feet. There was no better way to end a day of stress and emotional setback than taking a shower.

He raised his arm and reached for his body towel, which he hung on the door, wiped his body dry, wrapped it round his waist and paced into his bedroom. He picked up his face towel from the bed, gently drying his face of water, and then vigorously ran the towel through his hair.

Meanwhile, his phone made some funny vibrational sound, it was another missed call from Diane. He picked it up from the bed and noticed he had missed her calls nine times. He flung his head backward against the wall and exhaled heavily.

“It must have been so important.” he cogitated, punching in her number.

Fortunately, she picked up.

“I'm….”

“I'll be your woman,” she threw her words quickly, “But,”, the sudden pause