The next week, I got a call form my new boss; Mark Evans. He was the current Editor and Chief of the publishing agency I was writing for and helped me so much with my book.
I was sitting in bed, laptop open and a movie playing on the TV on the wall when my phone rang. I reached over to grab the loud device and smiled a bit when I saw his name. I quickly answer it and sit up a bit straighter.
"Hello, Mr. Evans." I say, holding the phone up to my ear.
"Hello, Ms. Parr. How have you been?" he asks, his voice sounding calm and velvety.
I blink, glancing toward the bathroom where William was currently showering. Why am I acting like this?
I clear my throat, turning back to my laptop's black screen. "What can I do you for?" I ask.
"Well, I was just wondering how your book is going alo
