Bree’s POV
My heart is pounding in my chest, this close to exploding in tiny pieces.
Laurence. The dove of our neighborhood. So quiet, so discreet.
And now?
He’s suddenly become buddies with my husband, sharing beers and gossip?
My eyes are fixed on the hamper of fruits and gifts he brought us. I press my lips firmly to suppress a smile.
I know this pattern. It's a subtle blackmail, or maybe a reminder that we have unfinished business. Either way, he wants a repeat of that night… screw that, he wants more.
‘What if you’re just overthinking things, Bree?’ I try to shake the thoughts out of my head.
“Babe?” Greg’s tone completely gets me off my head.
My focus settles on my husband. He doesn't seem alright.
The way he squints as if he can't get enough of the image before him.
