I expected Crew to be interrogating Evelyn, not to find that she'd snuck past me and into the kitchen, accepting a large cup of coffee from Mom with an eager look on her face.
"You make the best java I've had in years, Lucy," she gushed to my mother, inhaling from the massive mug steaming under her nose. "I should steal you and take you back to L.A. with me."
"You'll have to fight me for her," I said, joining them and taking a fresh cup myself.
Evelyn sank to a stool as if invited, eyes locked on me. I'd judged her from the moment I laid eyes on her as hard edged and pushy, and with good reason. But the woman behind that gaze seemed much more human to me now and instead of letting the opportunity pass me by, I sat with her as Daisy bustled into the kitchen and took plates from Mom before hurrying out again.
I guess Carter was busy guarding Willow. Oh well.