No. She wasn't going to answer that call. She didn't want to deal with the shame or humiliation of being forced to talk with him further. He was making it clear that he was through, wasn't he? His life was taking him places bigger and better than she could ever offer--what was she offering him? Tears? Pain? Bad memories? Pippa shoved the small phone under her pillows to muffle the noise.

Bare foot and half-dressed she left her bed and fled down the hall to another room, to Alessandro. He wouldn't understand but he would hold her.