Amber
I dried my hands on the dishcloth, fingers still damp from washing the dishes. The sink was filled with bubbles, the scent of lemon soap still hanging in the air.
I wasn't really in the mood to talk to Rayne. Besides, there's always the possibility that whatever he wanted to say was going to sour my mood.
But before I could even refuse, Evalie shoved the phone into my hands and went barreling upstairs with her usual tornado energy.
“Evalie! Be careful—” I called after her, but she was already gone, her feet thudding against the steps as her laughter echoed through the house.
I stared at the phone in my hand, my pulse skipping.
Awkwardly, I brought the phone up to my ear. “Hello?”
There was a breath, then his voice—faintly breathless, like I’d caught him off guard. “Hi, Amber.
