Jack had once been under her direct supervision, but now another agent had taken over his care.
Yet here she was, deeply concerned about Jack!
Barlow couldnât shake his discontent.
Barlow drove in silence.
Karina, engrossed in her phone, was texting furiously, trying to get an update on Jack from his agent.
A photo arrived- Jack, eyes shut, leaning against the car seat, looked as pale as a ghost.
Karinaâs frown deepened when the agent mentioned a possible leg fracture for Jack.
Barlow, glancing at her constant phone-checking, was visibly displeased.
âPut the phone away.
Staring at it in the car is bad for your eyes,â he admonished.
Karina ignored him, still typing away to the agent.
Irritation mounting, Barlow suddenly swerved and pulled over to the side of the road.
Startled, Karina looked up.
âWhat the heck are you doing?â
âDid you hear me? Put your phone away!â
Barlowâs face was all serious, his dark eyes boring into hers.
She was used to his usual playful attitude; his sudden sternness was intimidating.
The retort she had ready got caught in her throat.
She reluctantly put her phone away.
âFine.
I wonât look at it anymore.
Can you just drive now?â
Damn it!
Why had she let him take the wheel?
Now she had someone telling her what to do.
What grated on her nerves the most was that she actually felt intimidated by him.
Why was she listening to him?
Who did he think he was to her anyway?
Lost in her thoughts, Karina watched as Barlow started the car again.