Mrs Kensington POV

The quiet in our living room was broken solely by the steady tapping of my nails on the coffee table. I looked at my watch for the fifth time within the past twenty minutes. Patience has never been my forte, particularly when I was so near to achieving my desire.

"Is there nothing so far?" Gerrard inquired, sticking his head into the living room.

I gave him a frosty look. "If there were anything, you would be aware."

He shrugged and moved back to the kitchen. I ...