Larissa was angrier than ever, spitting a few times as she exclaimed, "What the hell are you saying?"

Kevan's smile grew bigger, so much so that it reached his eyes. She still cared about him. How wonderful.

Because Kevan was standing there by the door—regardless of how well-behaved he was, Larissa still felt very ill at ease, getting Mrs. Griffin to hurry up with the wipe-down.

The thundering outside finally stopped, and the rain began to thin slowly. But the power had not been restored yet.