Angela had sounded a little puzzled on the phone, but when Danica got to her house in Forest Highlands, she just smiled and let her in.
“Connor’s out back, playing with the twins, so we shouldn’t be interrupted. I hope,” she added, casting a dubious glance over one shoulder toward the rear of the house. “It’s the twins, so anything could happen. But let’s hope for the best.”
She led Danica into the living room, saying, “I don’t let them play in here, so we can walk without worrying about stepping on any Legos or stuffed animals. Or the dog’s chew toys.” Her tone sounded resigned, but from the light dancing in her green eyes, Danica guessed the prima really wasn’t too concerned with the state of her house.
“It’s fine,” Danica said. “I know I’m kind of barging in without much notice. But
