Chapter 3

My husband, Oscar Temple, walked over to me, naturally taking off his coat and draping it over my shoulders, shielding the arm Ryan had grabbed.

The coat still carried his warmth, and the sharp, clean scent of cedar instantly surrounded me.

"It's cold outside. Why didn't you dress warmer?" Oscar's voice was deep and gentle, with a subtle hint of reproach.

He didn't even look at Ryan, treating him like nothing more than a background prop.

Oscar's unapologetic closeness, acting like Ryan wasn't even there, completely enraged Ryan.

"Oscar?" Ryan's voice came out through clenched teeth. "It's you?"

Only then…