“You tell me what you’ve got planned and I’m there,” Rig said. “Do you have a plan?”
“We’re just learning this now,” Zara said, “but we’ll get there. We’re waiting on word from Swift, and as soon as we have it, we’ll move out.”
Distracted, Devon was only half listening. “You guys plan,” she said, because she couldn’t take her eyes from Zave who hadn’t looked at her, or anyone, for the longest time. Getting up to go to him, she took his hand and gave him a pull. “Will you talk to me a minute?” He didn’t move. “Please. Just for a minute. Don’t make me beg in front of an audience.”
He didn’t respond to her honest quip except to stand up and skirt the couch, leading her with him. Taking the twining of their fingers as a positive sign, she was happy to follow him into the washroom in the cor
