"Who is it?" I asked Lucas who was staring down at his buzzing phone.
His head snapped over toward me as if he had remembered that I was sitting there with him. He hid his phone from me on his lap.
"It's nobody."
But the phone continued its persistent buzz as someone called Lucas's phone. Each vibration was a reminder of the person's growing impatience.
I thought of the only person on this planet who would bother Lucas this much without a care in the world.
Kendrick.
"Is it your dad?" I asked Lucas again carefully.
When he didn't answer, I flicked my eyes over in his direction.
He looked at me with a straight expression, trying to conceal his true feelings.
"Aren't you going to answer that?" I questioned.
I couldn't help but wonder what had prompted this sudden interest. Why was
