(Author's POV)
He set his jacket over the armrest and rubbed his face. "It was a business dinner, Sienna."
"Valerie Vance." She held up her phone. "This kind of business dinner?"
He looked at the photo. His expression didn't change much - just a slight tightening around the jaw. "That's not what it looks like."
"Then what does it look like?"
"She'd had too much to drink. I was making sure she didn't fall." He dropped onto the other end of the sofa. "I'm exhausted. Can we not do this tonight?"
"You come home smelling like her perfume and you want me to just-"
"I want you," he said, his voice going flat and cold, "to not make this harder than it already is. If you can't help with what I'm dealing with right now, fine. But don't add to it."
The words landed exactly where they were aim
