Evaline:
I stared at Oscar, my lips slightly parted as my brain finished processing the meaning behind his shameless words.
For a moment, no sound came out of me. Then I opened my mouth... but he beat me to it.
"Am I wrong?" he asked lightly, then added, almost as an afterthought, "Brother."
The single word made my stomach drop.
My gaze followed the tilt of his head toward the couches near the fireplace, and that was when I saw it.
The laptop.
Sitting innocently on the coffee table between the couches, its screen glowing softly in the dim room.
And staring back at me through the screen... was River.
A soft gasp escaped my lips before I could stop it.
He was leaning back in his chair, one arm draped over the backrest, the familiar calm amusement clear on his face. His eyes were sharp, knowing, and far too entertained for my comfort.
"Oh," he said smoothly. "Don't stop on my account."
I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole.
It all hit me at once.
