Morris's POV
Carly fidgeted awkwardly, forcing a strained smile in my direction.
"Yeah, Ms. Vernon really is the most gifted fashion designer. I saw the traditional suit she made for my dad—it's fantastic, and I'm sure he'll love it. Anyway, it's getting late, so we should probably get going," she stammered.
Carly rushed through her goodbyes to Ana and me, then bolted for the door.
Shawn lingered behind, shooting Ana an uncomfortable glance before muttering, "Sorry."
Then he scrambled after his mother.
"Does he really think just saying sorry fixes everything?" I grumbled, still pissed off.
The irritation was burning through me—I wasn't ready to let this slide.
Ana grinned and gave my hand a playful shake. "Honestly, with that temper of yours, I figured you'd explode and cause a scene. Didn't think you'd actually keep your mouth shut for once."
I pulled her against me.
"If she wasn't your client, I wouldn't have shown any restraint," I admitted.
