Charli
“Good morning, Miss Collins,” Isaac said as he opened the door to the black sedan.
“Please call me Alex. After all, I’m using your first name.”
Am I? Or is Isaac his last name?
He winked and pointed with his chin toward the car. As I sat in the backseat, he confirmed, “Yes, Alex, you are.” With his hand still on the door, he asked, “Shall we stop at your apartment before we go to the hospital?”
I glanced at my watch. “Mr. Demetri wants me to meet him for lunch, so let’s go straight to the hospital.”
“Yes, ma’am.”