The Wrong Woman

Mila glanced at the time and suggested, "Why not make it today? My son has the day off. I'll ask him to come over."

Feeling awkward, Imogen quickly shook her head. "That's not necessary, Professor Winkler. You don't need to have him come over just for me." Being extremely fond of Imogen, Mila ignored her protests and made the call.

Jasper's voice came through the line, "Mom, what's up?"

"Are you off today? Do you have time to come over? I'd like to introduce you to a new friend."

Jasper responded coolly, "I don't have time today. I'm at a gathering."

"Are you still working on a weekend?"

"Yeah."

Annoyed, Mila protested, "Can you stop wasting all your time on work? It's the weekend. You should spare some time to mingle around with people."

"Mom, I don't have time to go back..."

"Fine, next time then."

"Alright."

inquired curiously, "By the way, there's news online about you and Oakley's granddaughter checking into a hotel. What's that about?" "It's

tied to the Gibsons.

to gangsters, and even though they had become more

it, Mom." Jasper sounded a bit impatient. "I'm really

up, Mila turned to the embarrassed Imogen with

and shook her head.

invitation again. "Please stay for

responded, "No, really,

deal." Mila interrupted, her hospitality unwavering. "It's

to refuse, Imogen reluctantly agreed, steeling herself as best

two chatted in the living room for a

a message from Jasper.

texted back, "I'm at a professor's

will you be back? Do you

I'll take a

already late. I'm worried about you. Send me

Imogen replied, then put down her phone and

with jealousy.