‘Oh, you have got to be kidding me,’ I thought disbelievingly.
I don’t know why part of me seriously thought that James was joking when he told me about this supposed schedule he’d created for me. I should have known right off the bat that he wasn’t the sort of man to make jokes—especially when it came to organization.
When we returned to the library, he’d proudly presented me with a well-put-together, horrifically meticulous schedule. It covered everything from daily routines to personal appointments.
I truly didn’t know what to make of it. When the hell did he even have the time to make a schedule like this?
“Jesus Christ, James...Did you happen to work any free time in here for me to breathe?” I muttered.
James sat back in his chair and folded his hands over his knee. “I’ve devel
