After getting a shock in the form of an ice cream driven right to his face, Nate got a call. He looked so annoyed at the ID.
"Sorry, I got to take this," he told Keira before rising to his feet to make some distance.
She used it to get back on her phone, sending another text to her brother. For once, Ryan's text felt strange. Even with the account of his previous sabotage of her phone. He wouldn't send a punctuation-corrected text, ever.
Nate's voice rang out when he was finally done with the call from his incompetent driver. "It seems we will have to cut this picnic date short and deal with another problem that has arisen, courtesy of one very insistently annoying assistant of mine and Carter."
"Wilhem Carter?" That name surely brought something to her mind. Keira cast a concerned glance his way. "Is this something I should be worried about?"
