Traci’s POV
“Right this way,” Isabella says with a warm smile as I follow her toward the staircase at the end of the hall.
I glance back over my shoulder one last time toward Corbin and Marge. Corbin still looks irritated while Marge gives me a reassuring smile that says calm down before you make him stroke out.
Too late. The man looked one inconvenience away from a heart attack already.
“I’ll come check on you in a little bit,” Marge says through our link.
“I’ll be okay,” I reply softly.
Corbin crosses his arms over his chest while narrowing his eyes at Isabella again. “If anything feels off, you link me immediately.”
“Yes uncle Corb,” I tease lightly.
He points a finger toward me. “Don’t get sarcastic with me.”
Too late again. I bite back a smile while Isabella motions for me t
