Timothy York listened, watching her quietly for a moment before speaking slowly. "If this is what it's about, you don't have to go to such great lengths. One phone call is all it takes. I'll always come back, just like I did tonight."
"Oh?" Yara Keats raised an eyebrow slightly. "So, you're saying that no matter when I call you, you'll come back?"
"Yes."
"No matter where you are? Even if you're with that woman?"
"Yes."
Hearing Timothy York's firm reply, Yara Keats leaned back against the sofa. "I wonder, then, how long can you indulge me like this, Mr. York?"
"You're welcome to test the limits of my patience."
Yara Keats fell silent for a moment. After a short laugh, she spoke again, her voice slow and deliberate. "You tolerate me because you feel you've wronged me, because you want to make it up to me. But what about her?"
Timothy York's eyes narrowed as he looked at her.
