Aria's POV

I didn't plan to interrogate anyone.

Truly, I didn't.

But sometimes a woman reaches a point where her intuition starts drumming loud enough to wake the dead, and pretending not to hear it becomes an act of self-betrayal.

That night, I decided I wasn't betraying myself.

So I invited Brenda over.

For "wine night."

She accepted too quickly-far too quickly for someone who allegedly had no interest in my fiancé. Her text came in less than ten seconds:

Absolutely! I'd ...