Anna bit her lip, blinking at the screen. Three faces stared back at her—Leah sipped her wine with a knowing look, Elena's jaw was an inch away from hitting the floor. Julian had his eyes narrowed.
“Anna… is that Jason?” he asked.
She parted her lips, unsure what to say—but Leah beat her to it.
“Julian, relax.” She wiggled her brows. “Not every deep male voice belongs to your brother. That’s Anna’s mystery guy — remember? The one she's been losing sleep over?”
“That's him?!” Elena leaned closer to the screen. “He's with you—now?!”
Anna's lips parted, then pressed back together. Her gaze darted to the door—Jason leaned on its frame, arms folded; he didn't look bothered at all.
“That voice sounded…” Julian started.
“I'll call you girls later,” Anna said quickly, waving. “Got to
