“Do you have a habit of signing things without reading them?” Alex asks from behind her, and one look lets me know he’s just as concerned as I am.
I pray the answer is no.
“Oh, um, I’ve never really had to sign for much,” Kat says, putting the pen away before flipping to the first page and handing the contract back to me. “But whatever helps Oliver is fine by me.”
The very best thing about Kat is that she means that wholeheartedly. I see it in her eyes; she really just cares about what Oliver wants, which is much more than he deserves, given the way he was treating her when she first moved in.
They appear to have found some common ground, though, mostly Addy as far as I can tell. And with any luck, this contract really will help him.
“Was that all?” I stand in quiet shock for a moment before I manage to get a hold of myself.
“Yes.”
“Okay, great, because I need to get ahold of Des before he does more stupid things.”
As quickly as she’s here, she’s gone, and I’m not the only one confused, judging by the look on Alex’s face.
He pulls out his phone as I drop back into my chair and once again turn back to the feeds. She’s already down in the kitchen, and Des is clearly in the middle of a discussion that he finds all too funny, but the look on her face is almost one of horror.
I watch as Des pulls his phone out of his pocket, reading whatever it is Alex said, before his eyes flick to the camera for a brief moment.
To anyone else, it would simply look like he was looking around, but I know what he’s looking for, and it makes me worry that Kat might notice.
She doesn’t, but she could have.
I should have known he would realize what I was up to. He is my son after all, and after that day in the pool, I’m shocked he wasn’t using them too.
Though I guess I can’t be sure he isn’t.
“Des wants to take a vacation.”
Ah, that actually explains a lot.
“A little time away sounds good, actually. Who knows, it might just be exactly what we all need.”
“I’ll call and have the villa prepared.” Alex is already on the phone before he makes it out of the office, which only solidifies the idea that this was a good call.
Though I’m unsure, Kat will agree.
In the end, we plan to go home. Curaçao was my first choice and Desmond’s as well, but thankfully, Oliver thought to look at the weather.
Next week, they have a good chance of being hit by a tropical storm, and I’m not sure that will help Kat relax.
“What’s up, boss?” Vince asks as he slips into my office.
The house is asleep, having spent the whole day planning or, in Kat’s case, trying to dissuade us from going.
It didn’t work, which is why I’ve asked Vince to come see me tonight.
“We’re going to Italy. I assume you're coming?”
“Of course.”
He stands by the door, stoic as if we haven’t been friends for twenty-plus years.
“Vince.”
It’s like my voice snaps him from his thoughts, and he relaxes, moving to the bar cart before he even looks at the chairs.
