(Author's POV)
The phone on Gavin Sterling's desk buzzed incessantly until he finally picked it up, putting it on speaker.
"Did you see the Story on i********:?" Dr. Patrick Sloan's voice crackled through the line, dripping with barely concealed gossip.
Gavin didn't look up from the stack of legal documents in front of him. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, sighing. "I saw it."
"That wasn't just a tie, Gavin," Patrick analyzed with the confidence of a man who had watched too many detective shows. "That was a statement. A man like Phineas Everett-cold, abstinent, married to his work-does not post a picture of a tie on rumpled bedsheets unless a woman put it there."
"Maybe he just liked the color," Gavin deadpanned, though he didn't believe it himself.
"Please. It's a mating call," Pat
