He stood close, his shadow falling over her. Molly instinctively stepped back, but before she could, he spoke: "We're still married. Watch yourself."
She studied his cold expression and realized he'd misread what happened inside.
She considered explaining, but the divorce settlement was already finalized. What was the point?
Besides, the hypocrisy was rich. He and Sibyl hadn't exactly been discreet.
She kept that thought to herself. The brooch was still in his possession. He'd promised to return it, but if she annoyed him, he could drag his feet for days, and she'd have no choice but to wait.
"Fine. I won't cause you any trouble," she said, her tone perfectly agreeable.
Miles looked down at her—the subtle makeup, the understated elegance, beauty without ostentation.
She'd been shy and eager to please before. Yesterday, sharp-tongued. Now, excessively compliant.
He couldn't tell which version was real.
"Are you leaving?" Molly asked. "I'll stay half an hour, then go."
She was being more than reasonable. They were getting divorced, yet here she was, maintaining appearances.
Miles swept her with a cool glance and returned to the room without a word. Clearly not pleased.