Olivia's POV
"What kind of client will keep you all through the night?" Sabrina demanded, "Maxwell, answer me!"
And then the thought occurred to me just then.
*Was it Tracy?*
*Shit. It had to be her.*
The pieces suddenly clicked together. He'd said he was dropping her case, but what if that was all for show? What if he'd gone straight to her after leaving me here? What if all that guilt and concern yesterday had been nothing more than an act?
If that was the case, he was a born actor, and a really good one at that.
Maxwell remained silent, his jaw set in stubborn way that suggested he had no intention of explaining himself.
"Don't you dare give me the silent treatment, babe," Sabrina snapped, her hands clenched into fists. "I've been patient with you. I've been understanding about your work, your injuries, your moods. But this? Disappearing without a word? This is crossing a line."
