The ringtone startled him.
He fumbled in his pocket and found his phone.
Mom?
Camden River steadied himself, glanced at Windsor Myres, and while pulling on his clothes, said evenly, "Mom."
"Where are you now?" Chloe Smith's voice was very soft.
"At home."
"Then why has no one opened the door no matter how long we knock? Your dad and I are right outside, come out and open the door."
"..."
Camden River was completely dumbfounded.
Instinctively, he turned his head to look at the bed.
Windsor Myres was lying under the quilt with a bare, fragrant shoulder showing; he hadn't even properly put on his clothes yet, how was he supposed to open the door?
But—
He had already said he was at home.
"My parents are here." Camden River put down the phone and said, quickly finished getting dressed, yanked a long dress from the wardrobe for Windsor Myres, bent over to straighten the bed, and as he pulled up the quilt, said, "In a bit, no matter what they say, you keep quiet, got it?"
