"You okay over there?" Cammy finally broke the silence, glancing at him before giving his knee a teasing squeeze. "Don't tell me you're pouting because I didn't let you drive," she smirked.
Greg forced a half-hearted smile, placing his hand over hers before gently guiding it back to the wheel. "It's not that," he murmured. "Just thinking about work. The emergency meeting earlier drained me."
Her brows furrowed. "Emergency meeting? What happened?"
Greg exhaled sharply. "Nothing serious. Just a delay in materials for the other projects." Then, as if shaking off the subject, he turned slightly to face her. "Anyway, are you excited for tomorrow?"
She caught the shift immediately—he wanted to steer the conversation elsewhere. Rather than press, she played along. "Yeah, I really am. I haven't seen Ellie and Eve in ages. It'll be good to catch up."
Greg nodded. "Ellie's the resort manager, right? Think she's still mad at me?"
