Ron gives me an odd look, his eyebrows twisting and lips pursing as he continues to stare. Then he says, "Your phone, right?"
All the hair on my skin tries to jump right off. "You know?"
"Kind of hard not to notice after living with Owen."
My eyes guiltily dart to my phone. "I was just… texting a friend." Somehow, the way he's being so nonspecific makes me certain he doesn't quite know, even though he obviously… well, knows. Sort of.
But Lyre made it clear I'm not supposed to be broadcasting the existence of the App to people, so it's time to bring my (less than) stellar acting into play. At least it can't be worse than any Lycan's.
"I know," he says, flicking a glance in Rudolph's direction. "Since I'm not going out today, I'll watch the kids for you."
Wow. My child is now going to cover for me and hide my secrets.
I should probably start a jar for mom fails. A quarter for every time I screw it up.
