Maxwell POV

My mind began to race in curiosity. Who is she talking to on the phone? With my other hand, I pushed the door open just as the same time Kourtney dropped her phone beside her.

“Who was that on the phone?” I asked, dropping the tray bedside the table.

Kourtney flashed a smile at me, tucking her hair behind her ear. “No one is important. It’s just a colleague who took me out for lunch yesterday.”

I sighed in relief, for a split second, I thought she was cheating on me ...