Chapter 22

Sterling's picture pops up as an incoming call beeps on my phone. I answer it.

"Yellow," I say.

"Are you drunk?" he asks.

"I might be. I don't know. I've had a few glasses of wine."

"Why didn't you take me?" I ask.

There is a brief silence. "What?"

"Why didn't you take me with you to France? You left without even telling me. Do I really mean so little to you?"

There's another pause and I can hear Sterling breathing through the phone. "I thought about it," he says. "But you were asleep, and...well, I guess I could have woken you. Would you like me to come back?"

"No, I want to be in France, dummy."

I can almost hear him smile. "Listen, the reason I called…" He sighs. "I can't sleep. I miss you. A lot. I can't stop thinking about you. I keep looking at my empty bed and imagining you lying next to me. I want to touch you, feel you…"

"Sterling," I interrupt. "I want to work."

"You—what?"