“Third interview this week,” Sid put in. “Wish we could clone Sarah.”
“He was totally zonked,” Sam announced, returning a moment later and reclaiming her seat next to Sid. “And I for one just wish Sarah would come back.” She sighed glumly.
I glanced at Theo, noting he’d grown tense and broody at the turn in conversation.
“I think she will,” Danny chimed in as she held a sleepy Olivia in her arms, Caden at her side. “In her own time.”
“Who wants another beer?” Theo spoke up, scraping his chair back loudly and heading for the kitchen before anyone could respond.
We all watched him go, no one commenting on the full bottle next to his plate.
“Should I go talk to him?” Sam asked Sid quietly.
“No, baby. Give him a minute. He’ll be all right,” Sid replied, kissing her temple.
Sure enough, it was only moments before Theo returned, acting like nothing had happened.
“Should we check in?” he suggested to Travis once we’d finished dinner.
I watched warily as the guys shoved away from the table and headed for Sid’s office. I understood the nature of Travis’s work was sensitive, but I knew the check-in had to do with me, and all the secrecy was beginning to wear on me. Aside from what had happened just that evening, I hadn’t heard any update on if they’d been in touch with Mabel, if they knew more about Roy, or if I could go home anytime soon.
Not that I was in any hurry, but still.
Whenever I asked Travis about it, I received the same grunted, “We’re on top of it.”
Of that I had no doubt, but that didn’t mean I didn’t want to understand what was going on.
“Feeling a bit in the dark?” Sam surmised, cutting through my thoughts.
I looked at her in surprise. “How’d you know?”
“Because Sid tried the same shit with me.” She snorted. “Trav’s trying to protect you and sharing what they’re working on is not something any of them are used to, since most of the time it’s sensitive info. But if it’s bothering you, I’d let him know,” she advised.
“I will,” I murmured, still staring at the doorway they’d disappeared through.
For some reason, I felt hesitant to press him on it, and hadn’t worked up the nerve.Tomorrow, I told myself.
Little did I know, tomorrow would be too late.
