“Thanks.” Guilt. Terrible guilt. It was right here coiling in the pit of my stomach. I was right. He was worried about me, yet here I was being a stupid and stubborn arse. “I was planning on checking my email after my run. Where can I buy a phone?” I followed Keene to the kitchen where Westley was pouring a pancake batter on the pan.
“How a city boy doesn’t own a phone?” Westley reacted. Her sarcasm put a smile on my face.
I shrugged. “Mine’s broken before my flight.”
“On purpose?” Keene’s brows arched.
“Something like that.”
“Use my phone and call your brother, man. Unless you want him to come and kick your arse.” Keene laughed with a cough, tossing his phone to me.
I caught it and dialed my brother’s number. I readied myself if he ever busted my ear with his berate.
“Linton.” My c
