The perky assistant opened the hotel suite door. “Mr. Kent? If you’re ready for the next one, we’re a bit behind schedule, it’s Entertainment Now—”
“No,” Sam told her.
She eyed him, unconvinced by this interference. “Are you—”
“I’m saying he needs a minute.” Or more. And Jason, at the minimum. Colby still wasn’t talking, and hadn’t moved. Sam’s level of worry kicked up another notch or five. “We’ll let you know.”
The assistant looked from him to Colby and back. “Er…yes. Er…Mr. Kent, are you all right?”
Colby nodded, and, evidently afraid this was insufficient, got out, “Yes, Angela, thank you, just give us a moment or two, oh, and I’ll write down those fantasy book recommendations for your sister, remind me when we’re done for the day.”
“She’ll love that, thanks!” said Angela happily
