Chapter 22

When I came out, dressed in another dark three piece suit, I spotted Camilla curled on the sofa in the living room with her phone in hand. A soft smile played on her lips as she typed.

I strode over, my steps deliberate. “Who are you texting?”

Her head snapped up, brows knitting together. “What?”

“I asked who you’re talking to.” My tone was sharper than intended, but I didn’t rein it in.

A flicker