The words Nia Mitchell blurted out made Maxwell Peary pause mid-meal. His expression flickered through several changes before settling into a faint smile.
"Hmm? So you just want to hide me at home?"
His voice was low and husky. Even over the phone, she could sense his good mood.
"How can you say it's hiding?"
Nia Mitchell bit her lip, her tone coquettish.
Maxwell Peary continued eating his lunch, listening to her voice and picturing her adorable expression.
"So if I were to show up at the banquet, would you be very unhappy?"
Maxwell Peary suddenly asked. Hearing his words, Nia Mitchell stopped in her tracks.
"Will you really go to the banquet?"
Why did she feel like he was testing her with that comment?
Was it just her imagination?
"Answer my question first. Would you be unhappy if I showed up at the banquet?"
Maxwell Peary repeated his question; he wouldn't let it go until she answered him today.
