The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 721

Callahan Langley considered whether he should go overseas personally to inspect the gear he'd need. Realizing how quickly time was flying, he thought for a moment and gave Arnold the green light. He told him he'd pack his things and fly out tomorrow.

Evening.

Leilani Sloan had just wrapped up a telehealth consultation. She was rubbing the stiffness out of the back of her neck when her phone buzzed against the desk.

The screen lit up with the name: Callahan Langley.

A small, unconscious smile touched her lips. She answered the call, her tone carrying a relaxed warmth she didn't even notice.

"Hello?"

Callahan's deep, resonant voice came through the speaker, accompanied by the faint clicking of a keyboard in the background. He was clearly still at the office.

"Are you at home or the clinic right now?"

"Am I interrupting anything?"

Because Leilani's schedule was fluid—sometimes she worked from her apartment, sometimes from the clinic—Callahan was never entirely sure where she was.

"No, you're fine," Leilani said, tucking the phone between her ear and shoulder as she stood up to grab a glass of water. "I'm home. Just finished a remote consult."

"What about you? Still at the company?"

"Yeah, just wrapping up a few last details before I clock out. I was thinking of coming to pick you up for dinner?"

"Sounds good."

Thinking about it, Leilani found it slightly amusing. Since she and Callahan started dating, almost all their dates had been at night. They were both complete workaholics. Falling in love hadn't derailed their careers in the slightest; they just squeezed romance into the margins of their demanding schedules.

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