Chapter 322

• Vesper’s POV
• ​The suffocating tension that had gripped my jaw since last night finally unraveled into a slow, satisfied smirk. Hearing her soft, guarded voice coming through the receiver was like cool water poured over hot steel.
• ​"I'm not entirely certain of my open windows yet," I murmured into the phone, leaning back into the leather of my executive chair, letting my tone carry that effortless, teasing calm. "I'll have Mason comb through the master calendar and pull up our free slots."