After showering, I have just slipped on one of Tobias’s shirts when I hear a phone ring. He walks over to where it is laying on charge next to the bed, picks it and answers; it looks like a sat phone. “What?” His voice is angry. Theo walks out, clearly listening to whoever is speaking on the other end. Tobias abruptly hangs the phone up, not even saying goodbye.
“I can go,” Theo says. I stare, confused. Tobias shakes his head, the phone call clearly angered him.
“No, I will. You watch Imogen,” he says, going into the walk-in in a robe and coming out with a suit.
“Where are you going?” I ask, although I already think I know he has been called into work.
“Work. Now, stay with Theo and behave.”
I shake my head. “I’m not a child, Tobias, don’t speak to me like that,” I argue. He raise
