Old Mr. Jarvis gave Old Mr. Quintin a knowing look, “Ease up in front of Evelyn, will ya? No need to startle the kid with your ruckus.”

Old Mr. Quintin shot a glance back at Old Mr. Jarvis but got the hint. Turning to Evelyn, he said, “It’s nothing for you to worry about, pumpkin. It’s getting late. You head off to bed. Me and Jarvis will chat for a bit longer.”

Evelyn could tell they had things to discuss and didn’t insist on staying. She simply said, “Alright, but you two try not to stay up arguing, okay?”

“Don’t you worry, we won’t,” Old Mr. Quintin’s voice was gentle. “Off you go, up to bed.”

“Okay,” Evelyn nodded obediently. “Goodnight, Grandpa. Goodnight, Mr. Jarvis.”

“Night, kiddo,” Old Mr. Jarvis called out with a chuckle.

Once Evelyn had left, Old Mr. Jarvis’ smile faded. “Gab’s not into Evelyn, and even if he was, there’s always Miss West to consider. What’s the rush?”

Old Mr. Quintin stubbornly retorted, “I’m not fretting for Nana; I’m worried about Gab. You really comfortable with him hanging around that girl every day?”

picture and you’re already painting her in a

You really want that Sylvia girl as

his words laced with sarcasm. “Seems like she’s got a real connection

“I’ve got

got nothing to say to you either. Tomorrow I’m calling Estelle over. I need to get to the bottom of this,”

off to bed,” Old Mr. Jarvis said, rising and heading

was left stewing, itching to call Gabriel right then to figure out who exactly this

dusk. Remembering that Sophia was ill, he thought to call and check

could dial out, his phone rang. It was

swiped to

anxious. “I just got back from the grocery store, and someone was following me. They’re still outside my place and haven’t left. Can

tailing you? Did

voice trembled with fear. “I’m afraid

on my way. Don’t open the door for anyone until I

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