I fumbled in the dark, reaching over him and finding the receiver on the second ring. Answering in a whisper, I peeked at the video monitor to see if Jonah had stirred. “Hello?” I said, voice full of sleep. “Claire?” “Yes?” “It’s Dean. Sorry to wake you. I hadn’t heard back, and I’m here just a short time, so I was thinking maybe I can come back in the morning, after your husband leaves. Maybe we could talk over coffee?” Miles rolled onto his side, then turned on his reading light. “Who is it?” he wanted to know. Unnerved, I pushed the button on the cordless phone to end the call. “Wrong number,” I said, panicked. I held the receiver to my chest, and almost instantly it rang again. Miles tugged the phone from my grip. “It’s late,” he said into the receiver. “Who are you trying to reach?”
