Slowly, Mia stepped into the lounge area and came face to face with Shawn. The man was currently seated in an armchair, his legs crossed and his face devoid of any emotions.

Although his face seemed calm and expressionless as usual, Mia felt that there was something wrong—something off about him. She just couldn’t wrap her hands around what exactly it was.

What was the formidable man doing at home by that time of the day? Wasn’t he supposed to be at work? Why was he home?

She could ...