I had no doubts about that. "Regardless, you should have given me a heads-up that you were dropping him off early." She smirked and arched a condescending brow.
"And what, spoil the surprise?"
I jammed my hands on my hips, beyond enraged at her gall. "So, you admit that you did it deliberately."
Her shrug was pure arrogance. "I'll admit, I was curious to see if what Cece said was true."
My jaw clenched hard. "It's none of your fucking business what I do, and who I bring up to my place, when I don't have Owen." I stretched my hand out toward her. "Give me your key card to the penthouse."
She stiffened against the couch cushions, clearly not expecting that demand. "Why? You gave it to me so I'd have it in case of emergencies."
