Amber extended her hand. "Shall we shake on it, Father?"
I took her hand, squeezing perhaps harder than necessary. "You'll regret this, Amber."
Her smile never wavered. "We'll see."
(Victoria's POV)
I paced the living room, glancing repeatedly at the ceiling as if I could see through it to Harrison's study where Amber had disappeared with my father nearly thirty minutes ago.
"Sit down, Victoria," Melanie sighed from the sofa. "Your restlessness is giving me a headache."
I forced myself to take a seat beside my adoptive mother, though every nerve in my body screamed to go upstairs and interrupt whatever Amber was saying to Harrison. After Amber's accusation in the kitchen about my interest in Dominic Blackwood, I needed to explain.
Henry had left to answer a phone call shortly
