AFTER FIFTEEN MINUTES of tapping my foot impatiently, Keiran placed a firm hand on my bare thigh to calm me. I knew him well enough to know it was as much an order as a gesture of comfort. It only earned him a glare I was sure was as heated as the fire burning from his palm, up my thigh and straight to my pussy.
“They’ll be here,” he murmured. The slight smirk on his face displayed his amusement.
“You said that thirty minutes ago.” I sounded like a brat to my own ears, but my worry for Sheldon trumped any guilt. On the way to California, they handed over Kennedy to us and were supposed to meet us at the resort thirty minutes ago. 
“And I meant it then, too. Come here.”