‘How did you find me, Ethan?’
He looked at her from between narrowed lids. ‘When your father failed to do so in five years of searching?’ he taunted.
‘If that’s how long he looked, yes.’
Ethan grimaced. ‘We really should go somewhere more private to discuss this, Mia.’
Her mouth thinned. ‘I said no.’
Irritation darkened his brow. ‘We are going to talk, Mia.’
‘Whether I like it or not?’
‘Yes.’