They say there's always someone out there who can keep you in check, and it seemed Ethan Carter had finally met his match.
Olivia Bennett arched an eyebrow, a sly smile tugging at her lips. “Oh yeah?”
Adelina Lane grinned back at her over a plate of pasta. “Yeah. But hey, let’s eat. No more talking about him.”
Olivia shrugged. “Fine by me.”
——
Night had settled in, stars blinking over the small town.
Olivia Bennett waved goodnight to Adelina, then headed up to her room. She flopped onto the bed, pulled out her phone, and hesitated a second before finding Ethan Carter’s name on WhatsApp and firing off a quick message:
[What’s up?]
Two minutes passed. Nothing.
She rolled her eyes, tossed her phone onto the nightstand, and headed for a hot shower.
Meanwhile, across the Atlantic, Ethan Carter had just gotten back to his hotel room. He dropped his suitcase on the floor, checked his phone, and saw Olivia’s message.
A smirk flashed across his face as he typed back:
[Just got back to the hotel.]
[What about you?]
He waited for a reply, but her side stayed quiet.
After a while, he tapped the screen, debating, then hit the call button. No answer.
His brow furrowed. He tried again, this time calling Adelina Lane.
She picked up on the second ring, her voice casual. “Calling me this late? Did you forget to say something?”
“Where’s Olivia?”
“She went up to her room. Why don’t you call her?”
“I did. She’s not picking up.”
Adelina chuckled. “She’s probably in the shower, or just busy. Give her a few minutes, I’ll go check on her.”
She laughed. “Okay, okay, I get it. You’re behaving. That’s enough.”
“Done checking?”
“Yeah, lost interest.” She capped her moisturizer with a smirk. “If you were up to something, I doubt I’d catch you on FaceTime.”
Right then, there was a knock on her door and Adelina’s voice called out, “Olivia? You in there?”
Olivia opened the door, toweling her hair. “What’s up, Mom?”
Adelina smiled, a little relieved. “Ethan said you weren’t picking up. Just wanted to make sure you were alright.”
“I was in the shower, but I’m talking to him now,” Olivia said, gesturing to the phone.
Adelina glanced at the screen, saw Ethan waving, and nodded. “Alright, just checking in. I’ll let you two get back to it.”
Once her mom left, Olivia sat back down in front of the mirror. “Did you really have to get my mom involved?”
Ethan just laughed, his eyes crinkling in that way that always made her forgive him, no matter how much trouble he caused.

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