Will
"This better be fast," I said, towel wrapped around my waist as I paced in front of Zane. Ang was showering and whatever shit was about to fall, I wanted to protect her from it all. Even if it had nothing to do with her or us, I didn't want her worrying about anything. Not so soon.
"Wow, look at that." Zane crossed his arms. "Give a guy a little bit of food, and suddenly he remembers all the reasons for feasting."
"Really?" I groaned, "We're doing this now?"
"You texted. I texted back multiple times. There was a storm, I was worried." Zane shrugged. "And then Jay was looking for you, and he couldn't get ahold of you." He tossed me my phone. "I think you should check your messages, unless you'd rather hear it from me first."
"Hear what?" A sense of dread washed over me.
"You know what?" Zane looked skeptical, "I have a better idea, give me your phone. I'm going to put it away until you get fed some more, you can come grab it before you're needed on set, before the storm."