The first time I met Bree, I didn’t like her. I couldn’t figure out why that was when I’d never met her before. It was only later when I learned she and Shane were lovers that the reason for my antipathy toward her made sense.

“It didn’t work out,” I murmur, trying to keep my tone light, betraying nothing of the pain and the hurt that lasted a year but felt like it went on for an eternity.

Faith nods at my pregnant belly. “And the baby?”

“I’m the father,” Mack says, as he ...