The kitchen felt suddenly smaller. Colder.
And Caleb’s patience was wearing dangerously thin.
Autumn's heart skipped a beat. No, I can’t let Caleb know about Paxton. What will he think of me if he knows? That I have always been desperate? I even picked him out from the street!
She turned fully toward Laila, her spine straightening. “Enough, Laila. I’m here to work—not to create a scene.”
Laila let out a laugh, loud and sharp. “A scene? Please. I’m not the one hiding things from my fiancé.” Her gaze slid back to Caleb, slow and deliberate. “Did she tell you about Paxton?”
Autumn’s fingers curled into fists, she wanted Laila again, "stop right there."
"What? Are you scared that your fiance will find out how desperate you are?" Laila smirked.
'I don't like her. Make her disappear. Now
