“It’s none of your business.” That was the answer Mirabelle repeatedly threw at Theodore as he tried to demand answers. Sharp and dismissive. It had rubbed Theodore’s nerves raw. It hadn’t helped that her friends had been there to back her up, not giving him a chance to convince her otherwise.
Theodore wanted to kick himself for not realizing something was wrong the moment he walked into the shop. But as usual, the moment his eyes landed on the woman, his mind seemed to go offline and his tongue went loose. Which was the only explanation for the nonsense that fell from his lips whenever Mirabelle was close.
Pissed enough to see red, Theodore strangled the steering wheel the way he wished he could strangle whoever had dared lay a finger on Mirabelle. He hadn’t gotten close enough to see a
