Evelyn was not going to let that slide. That little traitor Clara! Her eyes darting playfully, a mischievous plan formed in her head.
Her hand slid down to rest right on Michael's waist, giving him a light pinch. The man's deep voice instantly hitched, his tone shifting.
Seeing her trick work, she giggled softly. She added a few more playful tweaks and tickles until she heard Michael speak up into the receiver: "Clara, it's very late now. You need to get some sleep. Daddy will come pick you up in two days."
Then, listening to Clara on the other end, Michael gave a crisp "click" sound with his tongue and abruptly hung up the phone.
Evelyn quickly scrambled up from the edge of the bath, ready to make a dash for the bedroom.
Before she could take two steps, she was yanked backward by a strong arm, landing right back down onto Michael's lap.
The phone had already been tossed aside onto the shelf. The man wrapped his arms firmly around her waist, pinning her against his chest.
