The receptionist rolls her eyes and points to the hallway behind her. "They're waiting for you."
Nate's eyes flicker between her and me, and then he grabs ahold of my hand, wrapping our fingers together as he shuffles me down the hallway with him.
It's not until we're passed it when I realized the front desk was empty. Not a phone or computer in sight. Just a lone woman with her nail file.
"Nate," Ridge says, stepping out in the hallway from the room. He closes the door behind him when he sees me. "Lukis is in here with the intel, but he brought someone with him and she's in the conference room. I'm sure she could use a friend to chat with, if you know what I mean?"
Ridge tilts his head in my direction indicating I should be said friend.
"Are you okay with that?" Nate asks.
"Sure."
