"Collin, walk Ms. Brent out," Wilson drawled, voice low and drowsy. His eyes stayed shut, that enigmatic expression intact, lips curved in the faintest smirk.
Collin nodded, dabbed his mouth with a napkin, and rose to see Irina and Seth off. "Don't bother," I said with a dismissive wave, already heading for the door.
Once we'd gone, Collin sidled up to Wilson, his face grave. "Mr. Shaw, seems like you overlooked something."
Wilson shot him a sideways look but said nothing.
"You didn't grab Ms. Brent's number. How exactly are we supposed to book her next session?" Collin pressed.
Wilson's half-closed eyes flew wide, a razor-sharp glare locking onto Collin. Collin went rigid.
He stammered quickly, "My mistake. I'll chase after Ms. Brent right now."
"By the time you think of it, hell will freeze over," Sloane scoffed, whipping out her phone to display a string of digits. "Good thing I snagged it."
