“Good evening, Knox,” said a familiar voice that made Harper inwardly roll her eyes. Dear ole Malden. He nodded at Harper before smiling at her grandmother. “Jolene, it’s good to see you.” Jolene smiled, twisting in her seat to face him. “Oh, hello…um…” Harper leaned into her grandmother. “It’s Malc—” “Malden,” he stressed, a tick in his cheek going crazy again. Smiling brightly, Harper clicked her fingers. “That’s what I was going to say.”
