Chapter 13
Heaven leaned against the kitchen counter, trailing her focus across the room until she found her husband. He chatted with her father at the table near the window. Delia sat beside him as all three gazed at an old, dusty book. Both her parents and his mother were on the verge of telling them more about the secret society they were born into. She bit her lip, wondering what this new information would mean for her child’s future.
Dylan had been quiet since they’d made it to the main house. In fact, he’d been quiet at the cottage too. She hadn’t sensed negative vibes in their connection, but something about him was different.
Maybe it was her guilt screwing with her.
She traced her lips with her finger, remembering the way Layne had brushed his mouth against hers. He’d done it
