Chapter 464

Café. Madeleine sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, her face a little pale. "Phoebe's back in the country." Miles slid his phone across the table to her. The photo showed Beckett at the airport. "He didn't tell you he was picking her up, did he?" Madeleine's fingers clenched as her eyes locked on the screen. Beckett wasn't standing close to Phoebe. His expression looked serious, distant even. But still, he hadn't mentioned who he went there for. "He went himself. That speaks volumes," Miles said, getting straight to the point. Madeleine stayed silent, her hands squeezing tighter together. "You okay with your man still carrying a torch for someone else?" he asked. "He's not," she snapped, almost too fast. Miles snorted softly, "So stubborn." Looking at her, something twisted in his chest. This girl was clearly shaken, anxious, but forcing herself to act like nothing was wrong. He was a psychologist, after all. He could see right through it. Madeleine's nails dug into her palm—hard enoug