Alexandria

Patrick’s eyes met mine before he looked at his watch. It was his silent plea, and he was right. I needed to leave; however, since Bryce had left Alton’s den, he hadn’t left my side. With each glass of champagne or tumbler of whiskey, his enthusiasm for our marriage grew.

“I’m happy,” Millie said, her expression displaying the opposite. “I’m just shocked. Why Christmas Eve?” She eyed my midsection. “Is there more we should ...