Evelyn Grant was suddenly silent.
This was from the fierce, exasperated bite she had given Preston Keaton last night when he was wiping away her tears.
She had held back, but it still left a faint mark that hadn't faded yet.
Preston Keaton's lips curved. "Give you an inch, and you'll climb all over me."
Evelyn Grant rested her chin on his shoulder, her voice muffled. "Only because you let me."
"Yes," Preston Keaton replied, his tone calm and doting. "I let you."
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Daylight in Frosk lasted only seven hours this time of year. By just after five in the afternoon, the sky had grown dark again.
While Evelyn Grant was in the shower, Preston Keaton stood by the window and dialed Sophie Keaton's number.
She didn't dare ignore a call from her big brother. Assuming she was about to get a lecture, the words of surrender came tumbling out like a rap verse the moment the call connected.
