The call connected, and Preston's laughter came through the phone.
"Is Mr. Prescott sober yet?"
Sebastian turned, went back to his desk, and sat down. "What happened last night? Maddie's attitude toward me today is strange."
"Huh?"
Preston was taken aback. "I thought you remembered. Last night you got drunk and called Madeline, and you kept calling her Izzy."
Sebastian froze, then frowned. "Why didn't you stop me?"
"I'm innocent! I tried, but I couldn't. You held onto that phone and said a whole lot of... well, you know, sappy stuff. So I grabbed it and hung up."
Preston felt a stab of guilt, remembering how he had deliberately handed his phone to Sebastian.
Luckily, Sebastian remembered nothing.
He'd been hoping to watch Madeline make a fool of herself. He hadn't expected Sebasti
