dentally wandered into a den of organized crime and was too polite to mention it.
"Everly, I'm so sorry you and Jeremy had to wait so long."
Everly waved a dismissive hand, a gesture that was utterly unconcerned with formalities.
"Please, don't worry about it. We're just chilling. It's not like we were about to defuse a bomb or anything."
Trailing behind Freya was Vanessa, whose expression was a masterclass in feigned casualness, as if she were merely here to deliver a casserole and not to investigate a potential conspiracy involving her four-year-old son.
And behind Vanessa, like a chaotic, adorable entourage, were her quadruplets, a small, giggling swarm of human-shaped energy.
Looking at quadruplets, Everly's head swiveled so fast that it was a wonder she didn't give herself whiplash. She shot a look over her shoulder at Jeremy, who was still safely barricaded behind the bar, and gave him a meaningful grin.
