Dylan tugged on her sleeve, his big eyes pleading.
"Mom, why don't you call Dad and ask? I'm really worried about him!"
The thought of his bleeding hand made Naomi Shaw's heart ache, but she simply handed her phone to Dylan.
"Here's my phone. You can call him yourself. I have to go be with Auntie Lara. Go to sleep after you're done."
She turned and walked out after she finished speaking. Dylan's first attempt to help had ended in failure. He had already called Julian Donovan anyway, so he just set the phone aside, lay down, and snuggled up with the already-asleep Joy, obediently drifting off to sleep himself.
Lara Nash was leaving the next morning, and Naomi Shaw couldn't bear to see her go. Lara, too, held her hand, reluctant to part.
"I have a connecting flight, and I need to check on our hotel in Port Sterling. Let's get together again when you're back in Thailos!"
Lara was now in charge of her family's hotel business—a typical career woman.
