“Who is it, mama?” Janna asked.
“It might be our ride to Ezreal’s house.”
Brand reached for the door, but Sara pulled him back. “Wait a sec.”
The driver, a young man, stepped out of the vehicle and held up a familiar baseball cap. Sara’s phone pinged and she found a message from Ezreal that included a picture.
“That’s him,” Janna said, looking at the photo. “Can we go now?”
“Yes.” Sara grabbed her purse while the children ran outside. She locked the door and approached the car.
“You must be Mrs. Fortune. I’m Kegan, Ez’s assistant.” He held out the ball cap. “Mr. Ryze has caught a couple of paparazzi hanging around, so this is a precaution.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t go then,” Sara said.
“He’s timed your arrival so you can go in the front and merge with the people coming in for one of the game lessons for staff. No one should look at you twice.”
“Withmy children?”
“Sure. There’s an on-sight day care center that stays open later on lesson nights. People bring their kids all the time.”
“All right then.”
“I want a hat,” Brand asked, his voice whiny.
“Brand, you know better—”
“It’s fine. Ez sent hats for everyone.” Kegan reached inside and retrieved two small ones. “Now let’s get you buckled up.”
“Ican do my own.” Janna proudly climbed onto the booster seat.
Sara pulled her ponytail on top of her head and covered it with the hat. She took the front passenger seat and glanced at the young man.
“How long have you worked for Ezreal?” she asked.
“From the beginning. I worked for him in Boston.”
“You look too young for that.”
“I started as an intern when I was seventeen. When the company moved to North Carolina, I transferred to the university here.”
Was this the kind of experience that was in store for Ryan if his father let him accept the internship?
“You liked it that much?”
“Yeah.”
“Were you into music before you went to work for him?”
“He was my piano teacher back then. I’d have been stupid not to accept his offer. It’s an incredible place to work, and Ez is a great boss.”
“His name is Ezreal.” Janna kicked the back of Kegan’s seat. “I hate it when people call him Ez.”
“Janna, behave yourself.” Sara reached back and moved her daughter’s foot from the back of the seat.
“Well, his nameisEzreal,” Janna repeated, folding her arms.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” the young man said diplomatically and shot Sara an amused glance.
