The questions were more intimate than simple curiosity.
Somehow, the things she threw at me tonight made my breath turn short with nerves, even more than when I first interviewed for this job.
What's gotten into her? Why was Veronica—cold, calm, careless Veronica—suddenly bursting with interest in my private life when she knew damn well I wasn't comfortable talking about any of it?
But despite my discomfort, despite how her firm questions felt like bullets landing right on every vital point until there was no life left in the target, her eyes held the worry of a mother.
Why?
I cleared the nervous lump in my throat.
"Mrs Delano, I think—"
"You think I'm crossing the line?" She chuckled and crossed her legs. "I'm just curious because you've been doing so well for the past four years I've known you. Especially since the triplets' father is still alive. You know how it is, children grow, and they get more curious about their father. I wonder if you've planned to tell them."
