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?”

You don’t even have the full picture and you’re

Mr. Quintin scoffed, “And you’re defending her? You really want that

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

Old Mr. Jarvis turned away. “I’ve got

either. Tomorrow I’m calling Estelle over. I

I’m off to bed,” Old Mr. Jarvis said,

stewing, itching to call Gabriel right then

ill, he thought to call and check on her,

his

swiped to

someone was following me. They’re still outside my place and haven’t left. Can

brow furrowed. “Someone’s tailing you? Did you call the cops?”

with fear. “I’m afraid of

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

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