Brittany's POV

I pushed through the apartment door, arms loaded with groceries, and paused when I heard Alexander's voice drifting from the living room.

"Yeah, Harper, I appreciate the invite, but I'm gonna pass tonight." His tone was firm but not unkind. "Poker night sounds great, but I'd rather stay home."

I set the bags down quietly, curiosity getting the better of me as I peeked around the corner. Alexander stood by the window, phone pressed to his ear, his massive ...