Page 78 of In Case You Didn't Know
Francie shifts against me with a soft sigh, stretching out like a cat. Her hand drifts lower, brushing my stomach, sending sparks through my nerves.
She blinks sleepily, her cheek still resting against my shoulder. “Was that your phone?”
I nod, glancing down at the screen as it lights up again. This time it’s not a message – it’s a FaceTime call. From Skyler. “For fuck’s sake,” I mutter, pressing decline. “Why don’t they know when to stop?”
My phone buzzesagain. I look over at Francie and she’s trying hard not to laugh. I roll my eyes at her. The last thing I need is to FaceTime with my sister-in-law, while I’m naked in bed.
In Francie’s bed.
I love Skyler to death, but the woman has no off button. The whole village would know in less than an hour.
Skyler says pick up. She wants to know if Francie is okay. – Hudson
I mutter a dark oath under my breath and Francie lifts a brow. “What’s going on?” she asks, leaning over to read the message.
“Hudson wanted to know why I’m at the lighthouse,” I tell her.
Francie’s eyes widen. “How does he know you’re here?”
“We can track each other.” I shrug. “Anyway, I told them about you hurting your head and now they want proof of life, apparently.”
Francie’s phone starts to ring. She lifts it from the nightstand and starts to giggle, showing it to me.
Skyler. At least this time it’s a call not FaceTime, thank fuck.
“I’m going to answer it,” Francie tells me. “Before they send out a search party and find us like this.”
I nod and she swipes it to answer.
“Hey, Skye.”
I hear Skyler’s voice immediately. Clipped and concerned. “Are you okay? Hudson said you hit your head. Why didn’t you call me? Should I come over?”
Francie mouthshelp.
Welcome to my world, baby.
“I’m fine,” she says, brushing her hair behind her ear. “It was just a bump.”
“You sure?” Skyler presses. “Hudson said Asher’s staying the night to keep an eye on you.”
Francie shoots me a look that’s one part panic and two parts amusement.
“Go with it,” I mouth at her.
“Yeah,” she says smoothly. “He was already on the island, and Autumn’s not here, so it made sense.”
“Mhmm.” Skyler says, clearly not convinced but also not wanting to pick a fight with an injured woman. “Well okay. I’ll stop by tomorrow to check on you. I’ll bring you a coffee and croissant from Mylene’s.”
“You really don’t have to,” Francie says quickly.
“Too late,” Skyler cuts in. “And tell Asher I said thank you. Be good.”
She ends the call. “What’s that supposed to mean?” she asks me as she puts her phone down. “She just told me to be good.”
“I don’t know,” I say honestly. Trying to understand Skyler is a fool’s game.
“Well, we have less than twelve hours before your sister-in-law turns up with coffee and questions.”
