The moment the hotel suite door closed behind her, Chloe kicked off her heels. One shoe landed near the couch. The other hit the wall. Hard. “Unbelievable!” Her voice echoed through the luxurious suite. Hilda immediately stepped aside. Years of experience had taught her one thing: when Chloe was angry, it was best to remain out of her line of fire. “Three years,” Chloe snapped. “Three whole years!” She tossed her handbag onto the couch before pacing the room like a caged lioness. “I haven’t even been back for an hour and he’s already ruining my peace of mind.” Hilda folded her arms. “Technically speaking, you agreed to dinner.” Chloe stopped walking. Slowly turned. And glared. “Whose side are you on?” “Yours.” “Then stop defending him.” “I’m not defending him.” “Good.” Hilda sighed. “You s
