Riley’s POV
Mirabel’s smile was so bright it hurt to look at.
She walked toward us, her eyes moving between Marcus and me with innocent curiosity.
“Hey!” she said cheerfully. “What are you two talking about?”
My mouth went dry. My brain stopped working. I couldn’t think of a single thing to say.
Marcus recovered faster than I did.
“Erica was just trying to book an appointment,” he said smoothly, that charming smile never wavering. “My schedule’s been pretty packed lately.”
“Oh?” Mirabel looked at me, tilting her head. “Is everything okay? Are you feeling alright?”
“Yes, I’m fine.” I forced my lips into what I hoped was a natural smile. My face felt stiff, like it might crack. “My back has just been really tense lately. From carrying Cynthia, I think. And you know how Marcus is alwa
