A second passed.
Then—
"It is I," came Winter's voice, flat and unmistakable. "Your mother informed me I would find Don here."
Summer visibly relaxed the moment the words reached her ears. Her body, previously coiled beneath the blankets like some startled animal, sank an inch into the mattress.
The only part of her showing was her face—just her eyes and the bridge of her nose peeking out from under the covers. Still, she looked like a kid pretending the monster would go away if she stayed still enough.
Don stepped off the bed with a grin and stretched his back casually. "See? I was right."
Summer glared at him. Or tried to. With her mouth hidden and her cheeks still holding the last traces of redness, the effect was more pout than menace. Her brows furrowed, eyes narrowed, and she let out a sharp little huff.
