*Shelby*
“Shelby, I didn't hear you come in," Micheal said softly.
“Yeah, obviously," I said in response, my eyebrows knitting together in concern.
“Where would you like to go for dinner?" he asked, clearly trying to change the subject. “I have been wanting to try that barbeque place that is at the far end of the resort."
His phone started ringing in his pocket; he pulled it out, silenced it, and shoved it back into his pocket.
“Who were you just talking to? It sounded pretty intense. Are they calling you again?" I asked, taking in Michael's frustrated expression.
I had heard him be stern over the phone before, usually with the higher-ups of his company, Express Air. However, I had never heard him so angry.
He also never kept things from me. Usually, he would get off those phone c
