Tiya's POV:
"You have been looking at that phone," Cash said, a smirk tugging at his lips as he leaned against the counter like he owned the kitchen. "Are you expecting a call from one sauce-spilling alpha?"
I didn’t look up. I didn't have to look to know he was smirking.
I frowned, slicing the carrots with sharp, practiced strokes. “No.”
Cash raised a brow. “Uh-oh. You’re angry.”
“I’m not angry," I snapped, refusing to look at him. He left a long breath. "Brody said he followed you from the restaurant. What happened?"
"It is nothing."
“It is not nothing. Come on, Tiya, what exactly happened? What did he do to make you angry?”
"I told you, Cash, I'm not angry," I bit through my teeth, which made him laugh.
My hands moved faster. I knew this rhythm—the feel of the knife in my gri
