Silas Kent stared at her coldly. "I want a reasonable explanation!"
"I had to be with my son. Is that reasonable enough for you?" Mika Summers sneered.
"A detailed explanation."
'Be with her son? Was that supposed to be an explanation? He'd waited all night, and she never came back. That was her explanation?'
'Her phone was off—off all night. Was that supposed to be a reasonable explanation?'
The one text message she sent him might as well have not been sent at all. God only knows how he'd managed to get through the night.
He'd arrived at the office before dawn to wait for her.
He was waiting for her explanation, and this was all she gave him? One sentence to brush him off?
"There is no detailed explanation. That's it. If you think it's reasonable, then it's reasonable. If you don't, then it isn't," Mika Summers said icily before turning, walking over to the nearby sofa, and sitting down.
