These past few days, Evelyn Grant had been in constant contact with Preston Keaton.
But he was very busy, sometimes taking an hour or two to reply to her messages.
He was always patient, asking about her work and what she ate in meticulous detail. Despite being buried in work, he was interested in everything about her.
"So, you didn't have time to explore Bexley this trip?"
Her pleasant voice carried a gentle warmth through the receiver.
"No time. The shoot starts at nine in the morning and doesn't wrap until eight at night. I have to be there to oversee the styling the entire time."
Preston Keaton held his pen and signed his name on a document. His voice was smooth and gentle as he replied, "You work so hard, Miss Grant."
She answered coyly, "That's right. And even though I'm so busy, I still find the time to talk to you..."
He couldn't help but smile, his laugh a low chuckle. "So sweet."
