Becca.

I wasn't entirely sure what was going on. Or better yet, what Neal and Allegra were up to. Their whispered conversations behind closed doors over the past few days while we were on vacation were confusing. It wasn't like them to hide things from me.

It wasn't like them to act this way in general.

“Sorry about that. I had to take a phone call.” Allegra laughed as she walked over with her very alcoholic mixed drink and a strawberry virgin ...