“I see you’re finally answering,” said Dom, phone to his ear, scowling at the grandparents with the three-year-old. They had been at the egg-and-spoon races booth when he had gotten there and hadn’t left yet. Kiko was making him stand there for this?
“I didn’t want to take the time to argue with you,” said Kiko.
“You going to explain now?”
“I had to take Chad over to the first aid tent,” began Kiko, but Dom caught sight of Katie approaching with a couple of kids and cut him off.
“Not now. Katie’s here.” He hung up, trying not to feel guilty for doing so. He normally never felt guilty for hanging up on a boyfriend who had just been as irritating as Kiko had been, but this time it nagged at him immediately.
“Hello, Dom,” said Katie as she approached, but she didn’t seem happy to see him
