ISLA’s POV
Oliver’s voice calling my name made my heart leap into my throat. I spun around to find him standing in the doorway, his eyes narrowing as they shifted between me and the phone in my hand. I gripped it tighter, willing myself to stay calm.
“Let’s go back to the game,” he said casually.
I forced a smile, hoping Ethan wouldn’t say anything else, but just as I opened my mouth to respond, Ethan’s voice called out through the phone. “Isla? Are you still there?”
My stomach dropped.
Oliver’s expression shifted instantly. His hand shot out, and before I could react, he snatched the phone from me. “Who is this?” he demanded, his voice low but dangerous.
Ethan’s response came quickly, unfazed. “Oh, you must be Isla’s husband. Nice to meet you!” His tone was polite, almost cheerful.
