Aria's POV
I turned toward the door, and before I could see who it was, a familiar voice reached my ears.
"Your phone's been off, so I had to get my brother to do some digging. That's when I found out you left Hawthorne Group this morning. I called your house and your office—no one had seen you."
Astrid's face broke into a relieved smile as she stepped in and slipped on her shoes. "I had a feeling you'd be here."
"Sorry for worrying you. I didn't check my phone—it probably died."
I stepped forward to take the bags from her hands. Looking down, I saw she'd brought beer, drinks, and snacks. "You—"
"Isn't it obvious? We're celebrating your dad's situation getting resolved! No going home sober tonight! I'll drink, and you get soda." Astrid moved the small coffee table in the living room
