As the kiss deepened, the shrill ring of the phone cut through, interrupting the moment. We pulled apart, trying to catch our breath. Mr. Scott looked over my shoulder as the phone lit up again. He picked up the phone, and whatever he saw on it made me flinch. 

“I’ll be with you shortly, okay? I have to take this,” he said as he kissed me on the cheek. I got off his leg as he rose up with the phone pressed to his ears, then he left his home office. 

My skin hummed from his touch, each ...