CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Winter could feel Mallory Kline sizing her up as the two shook hands. They sat down in the small hotel room in Portland, and Winter offered the other woman a drink.
“No, thank you. Maybe later?”
Winter nodded. She felt tense and nervous but also excited. Excited that later today, she would be reunited with Autumn—excited to be doing something positive, proactive about her situation.
And weirdly happy that she was wearing a ring on her left hand. It might only be a ‘pretend’ wedding band, but just the feel of it, just the way Satchel had slid the platinum band onto her ring finger made her feel closer to him. To everyone else in the world, they were married—only she and Satchel knew it was a ruse.
Which might be why Mallory Kline glanced at the ring almost in disbe
