Chapter 8
Other People’s Problems
“What?” Sophia rushed him and reached for the phone, jumping when he held it above his head.
“What are you gonna do?” he demanded, lifting it higher, so she bounced against his chest like a moth demanding entry to a lighted room. “You can’t interfere, Soph! You’ve breached his privacy and he won’t listen to you now.”
“Breached whose privacy?” A stern-looking woman stood in the archway between the kitchen and sunroom, her dark hair scraped back into a ponytail. “What’s going on here?”
“Nothing, Mum.” Declan stood and formed a barrier between her and his friends, straightening his shoulders to prepare for battle. “They’re messing around.”
“Didn’t sound like it.” Perceptive eyes fixed on Sophia’s face and the girl cringed and held her breath. Declan’s m
