Evelyn POV
I slide the phone in my pocket and focus on doing some laundry. When I hang the last piece on the clothesline, I feel cold hands touch my shoulders and jump with fright. “Geez, don’t sneak up on people.” I turn around and glare at Orion.
He runs his hands down my arms and picks up the already empty basket. “What did you do today?” Orion asks as we walk back inside the house.
“Nothing much: some laundry, and I had a call with Lana,” I tell him, not realizing Ryland and Thaddeus are on the back porch listening.
“How did you speak to Lana, Evelyn?” Thaddeus growls out as I reach the top step.
I roll my eyes at his angry tone, but that doesn’t go unnoticed. Thaddeus grips my chin, forcing me to look up at him. He presses his lips together, expecting an answer from me.
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