Anthony's phone buzzed on the table, and he glanced at the screen. It was Nathan. Anthony's stomach twisted. The last thing he wanted was to talk to Nathan in front of Claire. He knew she'd ask questions, and he wasn't ready to answer them.
"I need to take this," he said, grabbing his phone and standing up.
Claire's eyes followed him as he walked toward the door. "Can't you take it here?" she asked, trying to keep her voice light, but Anthony could hear the underlying worry.
"I'll be back in a minute," he said, ignoring her question as he stepped out of the room.
He walked out of the apartment, closing the door behind him before answering the call. "What do you want, Nathan?"
Nathan's voice was smooth and unbothered. "Good morning to you too, Anthony. I trust you're doing well?"
"Cut the crap, Nathan. What do you want?"
