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I returned her stare evenly. “Dead serious,” I replied, standing in her way to prevent her from wandering any further into the penthouse.
She peered over my shoulder uncomfortably.
“I… well, no…”
“Oh. Why not?” I held my place firmly until she shifted her weight uncomfortably.
“I mean, I could call him now,” she hemmed. “But Saturday nights are poker night at the Yacht Club.”
I had been well aware of that fact when I’d invited Sarah-Leigh.
“Perfect. Have the entire club come down if he wants to. We had Chez Doris cater tonight.” I winked meaningfully, but I stood right in front of her until she dialed out.
Through my peripheral vision, I saw Sam Steward and Micah Crawley enter. Sarah-Leigh cleared her throat nervously.
“Hi, Daddy? Yeah, I’m just at Gable Place Towers, and my boss’ assistant—”
“Your bosses,” I corrected her flatly as Sarah-Leigh paled.
“My bosses,” she rushed on, “were hoping to meet you… right, the CEOs of Silverpiece… You met Mr. Ray once, I think… at that gallery opening? Right. They’re all here now. It’s their penthouse.”
Her voice rose an octave along with her eyebrow, and I nodded approvingly as I let her pass, hurrying off to greet Sam and Micah.
“Hello, friends,” I cooed pleasantly as the couple wandered forward, their eyes trailing up toward the skylights overhead. “A little birdie told me that you shipped the kids off to grandma’s for the week.”
Micah and Sam lowered their heads and stared at me like I’d sprouted another head, the awe in their faces tangible.
“We did…” Micah said slowly, licking his lips. “Is that a problem?”
I laughed. “It’s the opposite of a problem unless you’re against letting loose.” I pointed toward the bar. “It’s fully stocked back there. And we hired a bartender who was rated best in Chicago, according to London Spirits.”
Their eyebrows rose collectively. I leaned in confidentially. “Also, I’d like to talk to you both when you have a minute—and before you get too far into the beer pong.”
Sam hooted. “Someone’s been reading your MIT transcripts!” he taunted his husband as Micah flushed.
“Thanks, Mylee.”
I continued to show in the hand-picked guests, and it wasn’t until halfway through the party that Kai clued into the list.
“Why do I get the sense that there’s a rhyme and reason to who you invited tonight?” he asked, pulling me into the study.
I sipped innocently on my drink and stared at him over the rim of my glass.
“You all saw the guest list and okayed it,” I reminded him. “You know these people.”
“We know them, but half of the executive floor is missing,” he insisted.
“Are they?”
“And they weren’t on the guest list, either,” Kai added slowly. “Why not?”
I shrugged mysteriously. “They’ll be invited to the next one.”
“Mylee, what are you up to?”
“Nothing bad,” I promised. “I’m just trying to help you guys. The ones who weren’t invited couldn’t help.”
Kai cocked his head to the side and studied me. “Why not?”
