James.
I woke to my phone ringing urgently. Only Tony and the PI could break through the silent mode on my phone, so I knew, either way, it was urgent.
It turned out, I’d fallen asleep INSIDE Becca, so I had to delicately extricate myself from her. I tried not to wake her as I pulled out and rolled to get my phone. It was the PI.
“Just a second,” I whispered into the phone as I stood and grabbed a robe.
My attempts to let Becca sleep were in vain, however, because she rolled on her back and looked up at me. “James?”
“I’ll be back, luscious,” I assured her. “I just have to take this call.”
Becca frowned a little, but nodded. “Okay.”
I smiled at the love of my life, then stepped out onto the balcony and closed the door behind me. “Yes?” I said.
“Sir, I think I may have a witness,” the PI replied quickly in a no-nonsense tone on the other end. “It’s touch and go—I don’t know if I can get her to testify—but I’m working on her.”
“Witness? Witness to what?” I asked eagerly.
