Chapter 4

For six years, Tessa drank from my husband’s glass and called it bro code.

Nathan only understood the problem when another man remembered what I could not drink.

I stood alone at the venue entrance. Nathan was twenty minutes late because Tessa’s car had conveniently broken down on her way to the charity dinner.

Before the evening chill could truly set in, a warm coat was gently draped over my shoulders.

"Still underestimating the weather, Claire?" Owen asked.

A moment later, Nathan’s car pulled abruptly up to the curb. Tessa hopped out, her loud voice carrying across the pavement. "Seriously,…