"If I go to work, I'll have to spend every day with Silas Kent. You wouldn't mind that?"
"I do!" Tristan Grayson blurted out the two words without a second thought.
"..." Hearing Tristan's words, Mika Summers lowered her head, her eyes welling with hurt.
She should have been happy that Tristan Grayson was jealous of her working with Silas Kent, but she was also angry with him for saying it.
She really didn't want to go back to their old married life.
She didn't want Tristan Grayson to take away her freedom again...
Seeing her hurt expression, Tristan Grayson knew she was probably reading too much into it. "You're my woman. Of course I mind you working with another man—especially a man who's interested in you."
Tristan Grayson's direct, possessive words made Mika Summers's wounded heart suddenly flutter.
Her cheeks flushed as she looked up. "Then I'll turn Silas Kent down. I won't take the job." A woman is probably just this fickle when it comes to the man she loves.
