Sharon did as she was told.
Connor, too, missed his mother. But being the more mature one, he was not as teary-eyed as his sister.
Natalie could not help but feel a little conflicted. On one hand, she did not have to worry as much about Connor as she did for Sharon. On another hand, she feared that the boy might be too mature for his age.
After they spoke on the phone for a while, the cell phone was finally handed back to its owner.
“What time did you arrive?”
Natalie leaned her back against the balcony railing before saying, “I’m checking in with you right after our arrival at the villa. Aren’t you going to comment on my effort?”
Shane let out a chortle. “Sure.”
“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” Natalie rolled her eyes.
The man paused for a moment before he replied, “Then tell me how you would like me to respond. I’ll try my best to comply.”
“Fine. I’ll let you off this time. It doesn’t go with your character anyway,” Natalie teased.
“By the way, Jacqueline has moved out.” Shane changed the subject.
“When?” Natalie stood up straight.
“This afternoon. Jackson came over to help her,” Shane replied casually.
A broad grin flashed across Natalie’s face. “Good to know. But I suppose Ms. Graham wasn’t thrilled about it. Were you there when she moved out?”
“No. I wasn’t around.” Shane shook his head.
“Well, that’s too bad.” Natalie let out a sigh at that. I was hoping to hear the details of the look on her face when she left.
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