Audrey stood in front of her wardrobe while Mia played on the bed behind her. Drinks, dinner and dancing Reece said. But that’s it, no other clues. He’d kept himself out of her way all morning. No kiss, no hug, just dark, intense, possessive looks that’d probably give her ingrown toenails they knotted her up so much. She was still not entirely straightened out after seeing him loose his cool over the nanny cam. Mia had been shy with him when he’d arrived too, though he was his regular sunny self again. But his anger had been such a palpable force, a black and red engine of titanium hard steel, coming at you with the speed to hurt, it was impossible to forget. Yesterday, her instinct had been to get out of his way, but he’d had destruction in his eyes and fear he’d do something dumb overrode her natural caution. But he’d already done something dumb and that’s what was behind the rage. She’d lain awake thinking about what that might’ve been. He’d spoken so bitterly about it.
