The first time I met Bree, I didn’t like her. I couldn’t figure out why that was when I’d never met her before. It was only later when I learned she and Shane were lovers that the reason for my antipathy toward her made sense.
“It didn’t work out,” I murmur, trying to keep my tone light, betraying nothing of the pain and the hurt that lasted a year but felt like it went on for an eternity.
Faith nods at my pregnant belly. “And the baby?”
“I’m the father,” Mack says, as he steps outside to join us. He wraps his arm around my shoulder and kisses the top of my head. “Right, Aerin?”
For a second I forget about Faith to peer up at the grinning Mack, dressed in identical gray sweats to mine, and his hair still tousled from sleep. “Yeah, he is.”
Mack and I are busy making breakfast when we h
