Chapter Three
Getting to Sorcha’s early was always advantageous. Lacie loved how carefully her friend put on her makeup and did her hair with practiced and minute actions, all while her mouth moved at a hundred miles an hour. They’d been going through the same routine since college. Lacie took half the time to prepare for social occasions as Sorcha did, but Sorch always looked twice as good, even while pregnant.
Being raised in high society, Sorcha was every inch the refined lady that her parents had groomed her to be… at least she was until Shep was around.
When Lacie had arrived at Sorcha’s apartment all she had been asked was if she had been to see Shep. In contradiction to what Lacie had expected, her affirmative answer didn’t prompt any more questions. Instead, Sorcha wanted to run
