Her brow raised in that annoyed, however ridiculous it may seem, way. “Before we get to the danger, I just want to know; All these years of following me around the country, was all from a promise to my umpteenth grandmother?” She pursed her lips and shook her head.

Her phone started its irritating chiruping again. She pushed off the chair, picked up the menace and checked the number again. “This is getting old,” she muttered angrily and moved to press the answer key.

Before she could, Tony was at her and had the phone in his hand, pushing her from it with a stiff arm. Huffing as a child denied sweets, she folded her arms over her chest and put her feet firmly on the floor.

He grinned as he half expected her to stamp in tantrum. His features turned grim before holding the phone to his ear as he pressed the button.

He answered in Heather’s voice. Not even Heather could tell that she wasn’t the one speaking into the receiver. She blinked and coughed making sure she still had her own voice.