Page 86 of Full House

She gave his hand a squeeze. “I’m sure he was just busy and will look into it as soon as he can.”

Nate gave her hand a squeeze back. “Yeah, but I don’t like the fact that by then it may be too late.”

After lunch, Nate disappeared back into his office to take a call. He was still acting distant but figured she’d give him his space. She could imagine the stress she’d be feeling if his life were in danger, and knew he was handling the events of the past few weeks as best he could.

She cleaned up their mess and was putting the last dish in the dishwasher when her phone rang. Wiping her hands dry, she picked up her phone and saw it was Byron. Of course.

“Hello,” she answered sounding slightly perturbed.

“How are you feeling?”

She rolled her eyes. “Are you asking because you want something, or do you really care?”

“That hurts. Of course, I care.”

She barely held in a snort. “I’m fine. Thanks for asking.”

She heard him tsk. “Sarcasm doesn’t suit you, my dear.”

“I’m as sincere as you are. Why are you really calling?”

“I’d really like to see you before you leave. It’s important, and I don’t want to discuss it over the phone.”

She couldn’t imagine anything he had to say was that important, but she knew from experience it was pointless arguing. “I’m free tomorrow morning, but you need to come here.” Nate would never let her leave the house by herself.

“I can be there at nine.”

Nate would be at his meeting, but she was sure that would be fine. “Sounds good. I’ll see you then.”

She hung up, throwing her phone back down on the counter. She sighed suddenly feeling tired. Byron was exhausting. Or maybe she just needed a nap.

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