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?”

“Hold your horses, man. You don’t even have the full picture and you’re already painting her in a bad light. Public relations

You

angrier he got, his words laced with sarcasm. “Seems like

“I’ve got

over. I need to get

Old Mr. Jarvis said, rising and heading to his

to call Gabriel right then to figure out who

work until dusk. Remembering that Sophia was ill, he thought

dial out, his phone rang.

swiped to answer.

just got back from the grocery store, and someone

tailing you? Did you call the

Diana’s voice trembled with fear. “I’m afraid of

my way. Don’t open the door

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