“What are you doing here?” Millie asked, keeping her eyes anywhere but on Aidan.
“Amelia, are you okay?" he asked. "You look… shaken.”
She took a breath. “I’m fine.”
“I need to talk to you, Millie. There’s so much I have to explain.”
“Explain?” The word came out before she could stop it.
Aidan stepped closer. “I know I left the penthouse without saying goodbye,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry.”
He reached for her, but she turned away. Her hand twitched toward the door, then dropped. Andrea was probably asleep.
“Please, Amelia. Just give me a chance.”
She wanted more than words, but this wasn’t the time.
"Not here,” she muttered, grabbing his wrist and pulling him down the hall. They didn’t stop until they reached the laundry room.
Aidan looked around. “You sure you want to talk here
