DEMETRIA
“Who is calling?” Marion asked, his brows furrowed like the person was interrupting a good morning between us.
“It is Anastasia calling.”
“Okay, I’ll give you space. I’m in the hall when you’re done.”
Marion got up and sat a few feet away with a tablet in his hand, leaning back against the sofa, giving me space. That in itself surprised me.
I swiped to answer. “Anas?”
Her laugh hit me immediately, teasing and loud in my ear. “Well, well, look who finally decided to wake up. Don’t even try to deny it, you spent the night at Marion’s, didn’t you?”
Heat rose to my cheeks. “Good morning to you, too.”
“Don’t dodge, Demetria. I know that tone. You’re glowing through the phone. I know that for sure.” She made an exaggerated kissy noise. “Spill. How was the birthday dinner? And do
