I let my lips curl, then pointed at his shirt cuff—at the empty hole where a cufflink should have been.
"Then I suppose a fan stole this too?"
It was a sapphire cufflink. I'd saved three months of freelance pay to buy it for his birthday.
At the bar tonight, I watched that girl take it between her lips, holding it there as she gazed up at him.
Aiden's hands finally stilled.
He lifted his gaze, those cold eyes flickering with impatience.
"Miranda, what's gotten into you today?"
He walked over, looming above me, a note of reproach threading through his voice. "I just got back from a business trip. I'm exhausted. Don't throw a tantrum over something this trivial."
"Trivial?"
I stared at the man I'd shared a bed with for three years—and felt like I was looking at a stranger.
"Aiden, were you really on a business trip?"
His expression frosted over instantly.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
His eyes narrowed, a dangerous edge radiating from him. "Have you been investigating me?"
"I haven't investigated anything."
I met his gaze steadily and gestured toward my ankle. "I just happened to go to a bar tonight to drag Glen home. And someone happened to smash a glass into me."