Grant

“How was your date with Mrs. Pembroke?” I asked as soon as Aria walked in, tossing my keys on the console.

She let out a laugh. “Mrs. Pembroke?”

“Yeah. She loves that title like it’s a royal decree.”

“Oh, I see that,” she said, sinking into the couch with an exaggerated sigh. “It was great. I ate alone while she disappeared for over an hour to have a cozy chat with her friend. So, it wasn’t really a date. More like a food hostage situation. We never even made it ...