Alexandria
Patrick's eyes met mine before he looked at his watch. It was his silent plea, and he was right. I needed to leave; however, since Bryce had left Alton's den, he hadn't left my side. With each glass of champagne or tumbler of whiskey, his enthusiasm for our marriage grew.
“I'm happy," Millie said, her expression displaying the opposite. “I'm just shocked. Why Christmas Eve?" She eyed my midsection. “Is there more we should know?"
“Only that we're in love!" Bryce said, kissing my cheek and leaving the stench of whiskey hanging in the air. “Right, darling?"
“We are." I smiled her way. Extending my hand and forcing my finger to support the giant rock, I asked, “Have you seen my engagement ring? I remember you showing me yours."
“I-it's beautiful."
As Bryce reached for anothe
