Elliot's voice carried just loud enough for Tracy to catch every word. On the other end of the line, her lips twitched involuntarily—what on earth was this kid saying? Was she hearing things?
Gordon's eyebrows arched slightly as he listened, his jade-green eyes narrowing into unfathomable depths. He took the phone from Elliot's small hands.
"Speak," he said, voice like velvet. "What is it?"
That deep baritone resonated through the receiver, vibrating straight to Tracy's core. Unmistakable. Magnetic. Angelic.
"Elliot has class at 9:00 in Noble Haven Kindergarten's senior group. If you're busy, could Cyrus take him? Pickup's at 5:00 PM—same arrangement if you're working late." Tracy's voice came out rougher than usual, her nose stubbornly stuffy since dawn.
"And..." She steadied her bre
