I am releasing the first chapter of The Wrong Kind of Clouds this week. Part 1 was yesterday. Here's part 2. Hope you all enjoy it!
Summer Morris stared at the phone, blinking, rain dribbling off her hat and down her neck. For some time now, she wouldn’t have pissed on Patrick if he was on fire. Why the hell had he called her?
She tipped her head back, glared at the clouds and sighed heavily. Her short nails clicked over the keys on her phone to call him back as her emotions kaleidoscoped with colours she hadn’t felt for months, before fracturing into the hue of a day-old bruise. She recognised the colour as apprehension.
‘Hello! You have reached the mobile for Patrick Forrester. I am either already on a call or unavailable right now, so please leave me a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.’
She sucked in a quick, impatient breath.
‘Patrick? What the hell’s happening? Are you okay? It’s Summer. Call me back.’