CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Keira felt absolutely humiliated. But Milo looked thoroughly amused.
“What are you doing?” he asked, laughing.
“I… um… well…” Keira floundered for an excuse. She plucked something out of her mind. “My bracelet. I dropped it.”
Milo didn’t look convinced. “In the trash?”
“Yeah. And I would have left it but it was a gift from my sister.” She gesticulated as she lied, a nervous habit. “Silver. You know? Expensive.”
Milo narrowed his piercing blue eyes. “You mean like that bracelet on your wrist?”
Keira’s gaze snapped to her hand, held high in the air mid-gesticulation, to see a delicate silver bracelet around it. “Yeah. That one. I found it. Just before you tapped my back.”
“Right…” Milo said, tapping his chin. “So you found your bracelet and decided to put it on while
