He smiles. “But I wasn’t in a bad mood to begin with.” I decide now’s as good a time as any. “Why didn’t you tell me that your birthday is tomorrow?” The smile sours as his gaze wanders. “I guess I’ll need a new assistant after all,” he mutters dryly. “Don’t blame Miles. I asked him to tell me. Something I shouldn’t have had to do.” “You’ve never told me when yours is.” “I don’t have to. I’m sure you already—” “March 3.”
