Chapter 61

Kenna

Something is up, he is running his hand through his hair, and looks angry on the phone. He is typing with the other hand so fast. I move closer trying to sneak a peek at what he is writing and who he is writing to. As if he can tell, Xander looks at me and glares at me and motions his head that I should move away. Instead I stay where I am but it is still not close enough to read anything. I extend my arm to expose my Cartier Panther wristwatch and tap on it, to let him know we need to go.

There is no way I am going to be late because he is messaging with someone. If it is a business matter he could easily handle it in the car. Frustrated, he shoves his mobile in his shirt pocket. “Sorry about that, Kenna,” he says, taking me off guard with his politeness. It will take a while to get used to Xander being polite with me instead of the curtness I had become accustomed to.

Xander places a strong, firm hand to my lower back. I like the way it feels, sending a shiver through my body