Arlene's POV
"So tell me you got some action last night," Linton's voice crackles through the phone with barely contained mischief.
I massage my temples and sink deeper into the plush couch. "That's really not something you should be asking your older sister."
"Translation: she struck out completely," Lorelei chimes in with a snort that makes both of them dissolve into laughter.
"Thanks for the support system," I mutter, though I can't help the small smile tugging at my lips. "Really feeling the love here."
"I totally get it though," Jami's voice cuts through their amusement with a heavy sigh. "Speaking of getting nothing done, did anyone actually call for mission updates? Because I'm drowning in paperwork over here. Levi, I swear to God, put that down right now. Those are critical pack resources, not your personal playthings."
The sound of something clattering followed by a sharp smack echoes through the connection.
