“It takes work, but when you find the right one, it’s easy.”
Indigo once again looked at Wilt. Did he have someone special?
Wait, he kissed her, surely he wouldn’t have done that if he was in a relationship with someone.
The ringing of her phone halted those thoughts. It was Zara’s ringtone, and as they’d already spoken while she was getting ready for dinner, her agent shouldn’t be ringing her again, especially considering it was much later in Sydney than it was on Rottnest Island.
“It’s okay if you want to answer it,” Greta assured her.
“It’s Zara, and I really should get it. Excuse me.” She collected her phone and pushed away from the table, finding a quiet spot to take the call. “Zara? Is everything okay?”
“I’m fine, I wanted to check with you. Are you alright?”
Now Indigo was even more confused. “Yes, why wouldn’t I be? I’m having dinner with Jeffrey, Greta, and a couple of others.”
“Which means you’ve been ignoring your phone.” There was no censure in her agent’s voice, perhaps even a hint of relief, which only heightened Indigo’s concern.
“Right. What’s going on?”
A hand cupped her elbow, warming her skin. The touch familiar. “We need to go.”
There was an urgency in Wilt’s tone.
“Is that Wilt?” Zara asked.
“Yes.”
“Good, do what he says.”
A bite of anger nipped at her. “Okay, enough. What is going on, because you’re acting weird Zara, and now you’re telling me to do what Wilt says?”
Indigo looked around and found that Jeffrey and Greta were looking at her with concern as well. Most of the other diners in the restaurant had gone. Vincent had left before dessert had even arrived, and Louella had left just before Zara called.
What the hell had happened?
Had there been an accident? But that didn’t make sense, because she didn’t have any family members left for anything to happen to them.
“Let him explain everything, Indigo. I know you’re safe with him.”
“I’ll call you back,” Indigo snapped and ended the call. “Will someone please tell me what the heck is going on?”
She didn’t care if she looked, or sounded, like the diva model she tried so hard not to be in front of the clients she was representing, but she’d had enough. She was being treated as if she was a piece of porcelain that would shatter with a bad news announcement.
Indigo was far from fragile, and Zara should know that.
“I’ll explain everything when we get to your bungalow. I promise.” Wilt cupped her elbow. She wanted to shake him off but didn’t want to seem petty in front of Jeffrey and Greta.
“You’ll let us know if we need to make any changes to the itinerary or anything.” Jeffrey looked at the both of them.
“Will do, but I don’t see any reason for anything to be changed.”
Wilt sounded so confident. If he was so certain that nothing would need to be changed, why was he acting as if the world was ending?
Indigo kept her question to herself while they left the restaurant and walked back to her bungalow. Or walk was amisnomer, considering Wilt was moving so swiftly she almost had to run to keep up.
His head movements were on a constant swivel, as if waiting for someone to jump out of the shadows and strike them down.
By the time they got to her place, she was breathless. She really needed to work some cardio into her workout routine. Although when she was punching that bag the other week, imagining it was Wilt’s face, it hadn’t winded her as quickly, or as much, as the short walk from the restaurant had.
