She looked like she didn’t believe me. “I’m always out of the loop.”
“Come here.” I opened my arms to her.
She didn’t move.
“Let’s talk about this on the way to Amelie. You love that place.”
“Can I sayno?”
“To dinner?”
“The move to your floor?”
With all the extra security, transferring her was the best decision. I had to make the executive order even if she hated me for a few days. At least she’d be safe.
Her gaze slid over to the cake.
I gave her a warm smile. “That looks nice.”
“Didn’t buy it.”
My intuition screamed that something else was bothering her. “Want to talk about it?”
A loud knock was followed by the sound of a key turning in the lock. Mia pulled up her towel to cover herself.
I turned to see Shay stroll in.
He glared at Mia. “You did it again?”
She glared back. “Maybe.”
“Why?” he snapped.
She shrugged.
“Cole,” he continued, “may I speak with you privately?”
“Talk to him here,” countered Mia.
Shay ignored her.
I gave a shrug as though I didn’t care that they were going at it. “What happened?”
“She walked home.” Shay tilted his head with the delivery. “Alone.”
I stared at Mia, who looked back at us with defiance.
“No, you didn’t,” I said, though I knew she had.
She looked defeated and for a split second I thought she might burst into tears. My brain cut back to her mood before Shay had stormed in and I remembered something was worrying her. “We’ll talk, sweetheart, okay?”
Shay looked astonished. “Mia, that message you left me—”
“The one where I asked you to call me?” She shrugged.
Shay’s gaze fell on the cake. “Tell me you didn’t have any?”
“What is going on?” I threw my hands up with annoyance.