The Billionaire's Regret
Then, with her own little flair for drama, she raises both hands and covers her mouth, one index finger pointing straight out in front of her lips.
“He did this,” she says, imitating him, eyes going wide. “‘This is our secret, okay?’ Then he winked. One eye. Like this.”
She tries to wink with one eye, fails, and ends up squeezing both shut at the same time.
If I weren’t in the mood to strangle someone, I might have laughed.
I pull in a slow breath, smoothing out my tone. “If a grown-up tells you something is a secret from Mommy, that’s not a game. That’s a sign they’re not safe. Got it?”