hidden meanings

I reached for the phone reluctantly. The ring caught me mid-thought but it was almost as if I knew it was coming. I tried to control my nervousness as I spoke my hello.
“Hey, buddy, can I meet you for lunch?” Rob asked, his question sounding more like a demand than a request.
“Sure,” I answered, at once analyzing my friend’s tone for hidden meanings.
“Riggo’s at twelve?”
“Sure,” I replied.
Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances
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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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