14
Even though Kira had planned to wake up bright and early the next morning, she didn’t end up rolling out of bed until after ten o’clock. Despite waking up a few times during the night when Rob poked his head in the room to check on her, her sleep in between had been deep. If she had dreamed, she didn’t remember it.
Trevor had arrived around noon with a burrito lunch for all three of them. Kira’s keys appeared back in their usual spot shortly afterward.
“So, have you recovered from your case of the testies?” Trevor asked as he drove Kira toward the Carlyle estate. Trevor had chosen a silver Mercedes today—probably what he considered a lower-key ride.
At least it didn’t smell like chicken.
Kira’s brow furrowed. “‘Testes?’ You know do I’m a girl, right?”
Trevor snorted. “Yeah, I thin
