Chapter 49

‘What is it?’ I demanded.

Portia put her phone face down on the table. ‘Nothing.’

‘It’s Hyacinth, isn’t it?’

‘It’s not.’

‘You only giggle like that when it’s a text from her.’

She shrugged. ‘So what if it is?’

‘What did she say?’

‘Why should I tell you?’

She stood and walked to the thermostat like s...