Olivia

"Your grandmother is surprisingly nice," I said, perched on the edge of his couch.

"Margaret's always had good instincts about people." Alexander loosened his tie, the simple action drawing my attention to his strong hands. "She liked you."

"Victoria definitely didn't."

"Victoria doesn't like anyone." He sat beside me, close enough that our knees almost touched. "Don't take it personally."

I took another sip of whiskey, letting the ...