"Business trip?" I repeated, my voice climbing higher. "What business trip? What are you talking about?"

Instead of answering like a normal human, Xander walked away, moving between the racks of clothes, trailing his fingers over fabrics like he did this every day. Like dragging his secretary to expensive boutiques and dropping bombs about mysterious trips was completely normal.

"Xander!" I stomped after him. "You can't just say we're going on a business trip tonight and then ignore me. Where ...