Mia narrowed her eyes at her father across the dinner table. "You said no work talk during dinner."
Devin looked sheepish but held his phone up apologetically. “I know, sweetheart, but this is extremely important. I wouldn’t take it if it wasn’t.”
With a sigh, Devin excused himself, heading to his room to take the call, feeling a pang of guilt for lying to Mia. Once behind closed doors, he dialed Iris’s number. The line clicked, and she picked up after a beat.
“Hello?” Her tone was casual, but there was a knowing edge in her voice.
“What are you doing sending me that kind of thing?” Devin tried to keep his voice steady, but he felt his composure slipping.
“Oh, relax!” she laughed, clearly enjoying his discomfort. “I was bored and decided to send them. Why so uptight?”
Devin clenched
