Chapter 25

Maeve’s POV

My eyes stayed glued to my thighs, my fingers twisting in my lap as I sat rigid in the rickety chair across from Garrett’s desk.

His gaze bored into me like lasers.

“Maeve,” he called, his voice dangerously calm, but I could hear the storm brewing beneath the surface.

“I should have fired you for what happened today. You shouldn’t even be in this diner.”

He paused, and my stomach drop