26

Asher

The door to my office opens. “You haven’t left yet, Mila?” I ask without looking up.

“It’s me,” Camila says.

Spinning in my padded chair, I see that she’s lingering on the threshold. Without looking at my desk, I flip the notebook shut. Mila brought me excellent intel on Yannick: he’s gotten word about my upcoming wedding. The leaks we carefully created to spread the word that I’m getting married have been a huge success. But these details aren’t meant for Camila’s eyes.

“What is it?” I ask, checking the time on my watch. “I know we said we’d get dinner together, but it’s a bit early.”

Shaking her head, she closes the door, resting her weight on it. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

The way she phrases that makes me wary. “What happened?”

She glances at me, but she can’t hold my gaze. “I’m trying to think of how to bring it up.”

“Just say it,” I urge. “Nothing shocks me these days.” Camila continues to stare at her feet. One foot crosses the other, her toes rubbing her