Page 55 of Enthrall Climax
“I double checked with your wedding planner,” said Shay. “This didn’t come from them.”
“Okay.” I forced a smile. “Was there a card?”
“A man delivered it,” Mia piped up. “I let him in because he told me his colleague had delivered the wrong one. He wanted to switch it out.”
“And you let him in!” yelled Shay.
“Let’s keep this civil.” I moved over to the island, searching for any sign Mia had tasted the cake.Hell, I’d been seconds from tasting it myself.
Mia hurried off down the hallway.
“Hey,” I called after her.
Shay came over and studied the box. To the right of the cake was an envelope.
I reached for it and peeked inside. It was empty. My gaze rose to where Mia had stood seconds ago. “I’ll talk with her.”
“I’ll check the security footage.” Shay picked up the box. “Maybe it was from your mom?”
“For what occasion?” I turned to look back at him. “Am I paranoid?”
“I encourage you to be.”
“Still.”
“Look, I want to apologize for today.”
“We’ll discuss it later,” I assured him.
“Have you given it any thought?”
“You asked for the answer tomorrow. Tomorrow it is.”
“I appreciate that.” He sighed. “Cameron, I need to talk to you about what Mia mentioned in her voice message.”
“Later, okay.” She was my priority right now and seeing her unhappy was a blow to my heart. I threw a wave at Shay and followed Mia’s damp footprints.
She was in our bedroom sitting on the end of the bed, dragging a comb through her tangled locks.
“Go without me to dinner.” She watched my reaction. “Shay’s better company.”
I sat beside her and took the comb, gently easing it through her golden hair. “I’m not angry that you let a stranger in. But I am concerned.”
She threw me a sideways glance. “I messed up.”
“Anyone else would have done the same.”
“You wouldn’t.” She wiped a stray hair out of her face. “He told me there was another party he had to get to. I didn’t want someone to go without their cake.”
“You could have left it outside. Told him to stand back.”
“Wouldn’t that look weird?”
“It’s a better look than dead.” I waved off my morbid statement. “Dangerous people can be very convincing.” I cringed at the thought of making her paranoid. She already had a hard time making friends.
“I assumed it was from Chantelle’s wedding company.” She eased the comb out of my hand. “Because of that phone call.”
“What call?”
