When Mack entered his bedroom I tried to mask the scowl that seemed to have permanently etched itself on my face since the moment I came back and saw Vivette. I tried to flash him a smile which I was sure didn’t reach my eyes and hoped that he didn’t notice.
“Hey you,” he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me.
“How was your day?” I asked, eyeing the clock. “I was expecting you back two hours ago.”
“There was a lot of work to do,” he explained and I gave him a stern look.
“I told you to take me, didn’t I?” I said. “We could’ve been back sooner and you could’ve gotten the rest you need.”
His eyebrow rose and his eyes twinkled with something I couldn’t decipher. “You’re worried about me?”
“What if I am?” I replied, pushing a lock of his hair aside. His grip tig
