My voice was calm. "Luke, we're done."
When Blair called, I was taking the temperature of a malaria patient.
The satellite signal kept cutting in and out, but I could hear the anger in her voice right away.
"Luke has some nerve. He asked me for your number here. I said no, so he went straight to my supervisor and pressured him instead. Guess what my boss said? 'If it's what the client wants, make it happen.'"
I pulled out the thermometer. "Then give it to him."
"What?"
"Go ahead. I won't answer anyway."
Blair was quiet for a few seconds. "Fine. I'll give it to him. He deserves to know what it feels like to be ignored."
I wrote down the patient's temperature in my notebook.
"And about your apartment..." She sounded hesitant. "Luke tracked down your realtor and offered three times t
