"Yes, ma'am." Reese answered.
"Oh, thank God! Come in, come in!" she said, tugging him inside.
Sylvia practically skipped toward the kitchen, the hem of the shirt brushing the back of her legs. "Can I get you anything? Coffee?"
"No, ma'am."
"Tea?" she pushed again, opening a cabinet just to have something to do with her hands.
"No, ma'am," Reese repeated.
"Oh for fuck's sake, Reese!" Sylvia turned sharply, one hand on her hip.
"I'm fine, Miss Kane. But are you okay?" His gaze lingered on her face. She looked wired. Not drunk—he'd been with her all day, she hadn't had a drop of alcohol.
"Never been better. Water. I'll get you water."
Sylvia said. She practically darted toward the counter.
She yanked a glass from the rack, filled it from the water dispenser. "So who does the number belong to?"
"Evans Everest."
