“Is that a rule?”
“Yes. A rule. And speaking of rules—”
“Don’t make them yet,” he warns. “Not when I promised to follow those rules and I always keep my promises. Don’t box me, or us, in yet. Not over the phone.”
“Now, on the phone is safer.”
“But not better,” he says. “We need closure that won’t give us. We need to talk, and we need to do it in person, away from the office. You know we do.”
“Cole,” I whisper, shutting my eyes, wanting that talk, but knowing it can’t happen.
“Ah, sweetheart,” he says softly. “I do really love hearing you say my name again. Get some rest. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” He hangs up.