They were eating dinner when Rosalie’s phone rang.

Rosalie looked at the caller ID and subconsciously at the man before her. She hesitated to answer.

Aware of her gaze, Byron knew what was going on. “Is it a call from Xander?”

Rosalie nodded. “I told him I might be late. He might want to know the situation. I’ll go out and answer the call.”

Then, she was about to get up.

Byron stopped her. “Answer it here. It’s about work anyway.”

What he meant was Rosalie did not have to avoid him if she