Page 91 of Our Lips Are Sealed
“That’s my cue.” Already feeling better, and knowing his mother would need him, Abe rolled to the porch ramp. “Send Selah when he’s done talking. He’s better at dealing with her than me.”
Selah stood with Ben, speaking in low tones with Cohen, while Mathis and two other federal agents listened.
Reluctantly, Samuel released Evie. “I need to find out what’s going on.”
“I’ll be fine.”
Annabeth came over and looped her arm through Evie’s, telling Samuel she would stay with her while he dealt with whatever was being discussed.
Dropping her head on Annabeth’s shoulder, Evie leaned heavily on her friend. “I’m so proud of you.”
“Have you seen these gorgeous men?” Annabeth asked, trying to keep her tone light. “I couldn’t wait around for you to wake up.”
Jamison joined them, resting on Annabeth’s other side. “How are you doing?”
“You’re going to have to narrow down who you’re asking, Jamison,” Evie said, laughing with Annabeth. “We’re all a little crazy or broken here.”
“Welcome to Haven House,” Annabeth snickered sarcastically. “Home to all the crazies in the county.”
Evie turned to look over her sister, touching a shallow cut under Jamison’s eye. “Nice throat punch back there.”
“Thank you.” Jamison poked a finger at the bump on Evie’s forehead, earning a slap on the hand. “Nice stab.”
Annabeth huffed impatiently. “Okay, cut the shit, Jamison, and spill it. Did you sleep with Cohen in New Orleans?”
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. We’re in the middle of all this, and you’re asking about my sex life?”
Evie shared a look with Annabeth, and they both nodded. “Yep.”
Jamison snuck a glance at Cohen, her cheeks reddening. “Not yet.”
Annabeth clucked her tongue in disappointment. “But are you going to?”
Catching Cohen’s eye, Jamison nodded, the heated stare between them leaving little room for doubt. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”
Chapter 28
Afterenduringanotherhourof controlled chaos, Samuel sent Evie inside the house to rest while he finished up. Standing at the foot of the staircase, her legs threatened to buckle at the thought of climbing them, and she resigned herself to the ground floor.
Both the parlor and the library were too close to the action taking place outside, so she headed to the media room, thinking she would never appreciate the soundproofing in there more than right now.
Slowly shuffling down the hall, she wrinkled her nose at the buzz of activity she could see through the open kitchen door. People hurried about over the lawn, their muted conversations carrying through the air to create a white noise effect that grated on her nerves.
Passing the door to the conservatory, movement on the lower level made Evie pause, and she stuck her head inside.
Ben stood on the lower level with his back to the door, staring out through the glass wall. He didn’t notice her presence until she wrapped herself around him from behind.
“Hey, kid.” He patted her hands resting on his chest. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m okay.” She rested her cheek on the center of his back. “Did you sneak away for a moment of peace, too?”
“Something like that.”
Turning to face her, Ben examined her forehead. He looked as tired as Evie felt, the corners of his eyes pinching with concern. “What did the medical staff say?”
“A concussion, but the cut doesn’t need stitches.”
“You should be resting.”
