Fiona’s eyes went wide as she looked at her daughter. “Who is it?” She mouthed.
Shaira motioned for her mom to shush, as flustered as her mom was even though she had been expecting the call.
“Hi.” She said breathily into the phone, mentally scolding herself for sounding like she had run to her phone.
Zavier’s voice was cool on the other end. “Hey, I take it you got home safe?” He asked to be nice, clearly Hank had told him everything that happened word for word.
“Yes, of course.”
“Good.” He muttered. “Get some rest now, we’ll talk later.”
Shaira dreaded hanging up because then she would have to face her overeager mom.
“So?” Fiona dragged out in a questioning tone.
“That was Zavier Hale, I spent the night at his place.” She dived head first into her narration.
Fiona gasped so loudl
