A faint blush crept up Mika Summers's face as she turned stiffly to look at Tristan Grayson. When she saw him looking right back at her, her cheeks burned even redder. Flushed with anger, she snapped, "Get out!"
"?" Tristan Grayson arched a handsome brow, confused as to why she had suddenly gotten angry.
"I told you to get out. Didn't you hear me?"
Tristan Grayson's face fell. "Mika Summers, don't take it too far!" He'd indulged her whims enough for one night, and now she was actually trying to kick him out...
Mika Summers's face was a whirlwind of emotions. She threw back the covers, got out of bed with Kiki in her arms, and marched over to Tristan Grayson. Shoving Kiki into his arms, she said in a cold, hard voice, "Tristan Grayson, your son is hungry. You're so capable, you deal with it!"
"—" Even as inexperienced as Tristan Grayson was with babies, he immediately understood what she meant.
