Chapter 1825

Dylan ended his call just as the car flicked on its blinker and turned into the wood carving studio's driveway, coming to a gentle stop right outside the main entrance. He paid the driver and hopped out, making a beeline for the studio. Tickets were usually required, but Dylan was no stranger there. He had been in and out so many times that he could waltz right in without one. Stepping through the gates, Dylan spotted Quentin striding toward him and called out with a grin, "Hey!" Quentin chuckled. "See, I was about to come get you, but you're already here before I could even step out!" Dylan's smile widened. "What can I say? I'm young and speedy." "Ha, you got that right!" Chatting away, Quentin escorted Dylan to the office. "Speaking of which, where's Naomi?" Dylan did not beat around the bush as they arrived at the office. "She's carving away. I'll give her a ring to come here," Quentin offered. "I'll do it. I talked to her before I came. I'll call her now," Dylan insisted.