My head was drowning in a migraine, thinking of how to deal with what I'd just discovered about my work and the troublemaker I had seated next to me. Harley was staring at me oddly like I'd asked the stupidest question.
Of course, I didn't tell her we would be going to my private restaurant, and that's because I made that decision on a whim. Why I did it, I have no idea. Fuck, I'm losing my mind.
I glanced at her. Her arms were folded, her lips tipped in a heavy frown. She was upset.
Who knows what she will do when we get there? Sure, there wouldn't be anyone there except us, but those waiters and chefs were my workers too, I couldn't risk it, so I turned to look at her. "Harley."
"What?" She still wouldn't spare me a look.
