A sharp flicker of annoyance crossed Travis's features at the interruption, but he didn't immediately dismiss the call. He knew Diego intimately—Diego was not the type to reach out during personal hours unless a situation had deteriorated rapidly enough to require immediate executive intervention.
"Let me take this call real quick," Travis murmured, his voice softening slightly as he looked down at Jillyanna.
Instead of stepping out into the hallway or retreating to his newly established corner of the room, Travis remained sitting right on the edge of her bed, entirely unbothered by privacy constraints. With a swift flick of his thumb, he answered the call and deliberately tapped the speakerphone icon, placing the device flat on the nightstand between them so every word would echo clearly through the quiet bedroom.
