Chapter 45 Red Flags

• "Where have you been?" Ethan's voice cut through the silence of the apartment the minute I stepped inside. He leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, his eyes boring into me as if to drill out some buried truth from me.
• I slung my purse onto the couch, taking my sweet time to answer. "Out." I sounded casual, unconcerned-like his question was a slight irritation.
• "Out where?" he pressed, his jaw clenching. "You've been disappearing a lot lately, Jasmine. And not just for work. What's going on?"