Anabelle and Linc descended the stairs together and joined the rest of the family in the living room.
"I needed to collect something from Linc, that's why I was in his room," Anabelle fibbed, feeling the weight of their stares.
"Hmm. Something like a kiss or a dick?" Renee interjected with a mischievous smile.
"Renee, watch your language," Evelyn cautioned, giving her daughter a disapproving look.
"Whatever. They were in the middle of a make-out session when I walked in to call them," Renee said, her tone defiant.
"Damn it!" Linc muttered under his breath, frustration gripping him.
"Making out? That's absolutely false! I'm married to Ryan, have some decency," Anabelle defended herself.
"Yeah, as if I'd have a romantic relationship with her," Linc chimed in.
"Enough from both of you!" Michael's stern voice demanded their attention.
"Don't think we're oblivious to your little affair. Keep playing games with that jerk, Annabelle," Ryan sneered.
