Recently, for the sake of convenience, she had pinned James' number at the top of her contact list.
But after a busy day, she'd completely forgotten about it.
"Sorry, Mr. Sterling! I dialed the wrong number!"
"No problem."
James often set aside time for clinical work when his teaching responsibilities weren't too demanding. He had just finished up for the day, and his voice carried a trace of relaxed weariness.
Lavinia apologized repeatedly. Just as she was about to hang up, she heard him say, "Wait."
Her hand trembled slightly as she propped herself up. Uneasy, she asked, "Mr. Sterling, is there something else?"
James sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, his computer displaying the model Lavinia had just sent over.
Hearing her soft voice address him as "Mr. Sterling,"
