She smirks. “Did you?”
“Rude.”
She studies me knowingly for a moment, then glances at Riley.
They’re plotting.
I narrow my eyes. “What are you two up to?”
“Nothing,” Riley says too quickly.
“Absolutely nothing,” Mara adds, which is worse.
I cross my arms. “You’re both terrible liars.”
Hannah squeals and grabs Riley’s ear, which momentarily distracts him from whatever conspiracy is happening.
Mara turns back to the counter and casually says, “Elias, can you grab the tea tray from the master bedroom?”
I blink. “Why is there a tea tray in my bedroom?”
“Because you left it there yesterday,” she says smoothly.
“I did not.”
She shrugs. “Memory fades with age.”
“I’m twenty-three.”
“Exactly.”
Riley chuckles under his breath.
I glance between them again.
Hannah points at me and yells something that might be “go.”
“Even she thinks you should,” Riley says.
“Traitor,” I tell her.
She claps.
Mara waves me off. “Just go get it before I send Riley.”
“That sounds like a threat.”
“It is.”
I lean down and kiss Hannah’s chubby cheek. “If this is a trap, you’re grounded.”
She drools on my shoulder in response.
Riley shifts her higher on his hip and nudges me toward the stairs. “Up you go.”
I take one last suspicious look at the three of them.
Mara’s smile is too innocent.
