The space between them was nearly nonexistent, their breaths intertwining.
The intimacy was palpable.
Fireworks continued to bloom in the night sky, casting a dazzling, dreamlike glow upon their faces, which were now just inches apart.
Vincent Hawthorne's heartbeat quickened.
Just as his lips were about to meet hers, the piercing ring of a cellphone shattered the moment.
Vincent Hawthorne's tall frame froze.
Faye Vaughn pressed her palm against his chest, gently pushing him away. "Lawyer Hawthorne, you have a call."
Vincent Hawthorne didn't move at first. He took a deep, discreet breath to calm the strange stirrings in his body before finally pulling out his phone to look at it.
It was Vivian Windsor.
He took the phone and walked back inside before answering, "Hello?"
Vivian Windsor's voice held a hint of a sob, as if forcing a smile. "Vince, Happy New Year. Where are you?"
Vincent Hawthorne didn't answer, only saying, "Happy New Year. I'll be there soon."
