Michael's POV
Allyson's response appeared on my screen almost instantly.
Allyson: Michael! We can't do that yet. It would raise too many questions.
Michael: I don't give a damn. Nobody gets to touch what belongs to me.
Including my own son. I need him away from you before I do something reckless.
Allyson: Easy there, Mr. Territorial. He's harmless here. But I have to admit, this side of you is pretty appealing.
Michael: I'm seconds away from telling everyone at this table exactly who you really belong to.
Allyson: Hold off. Not with your ex-wife sitting right there, waiting for drama. I won't let you lose Reagan because of me.
Her words hit home, and I forced myself to breathe deeply. She was being the rational one again, like always. I had to get control of myself.
But I noticed how Snow kept glancing between Allyson and me. She sensed something brewing.
"Allyson, dear," Snow said sweetly, "are you handling work calls?"
