Chapter Eighteen
“Elaborate,” Suzanne said, “because I’ve known Chloe as Misty for so long, yet I swear I’ve never seen her so happy. We know you’ve been staying over, so does this mean…?”
Luke was pouring a glass of wine for Chloe, and he could hear her laughter from the living room. Suzanne groaned and rested her hand on her lower back as she strode over to him, wearing an oversized yellow sundress, her hair pulled back.
“You okay there?” he said.
“Yeah, just the baby, the joys of being pregnant. Everything hurts. But don’t change the subject. We’re talking about you and Chloe.” She angled her head and then smacked his chest when he laughed softly under his breath.
“Ow! Geez, Suzanne, dial back the aggression. Or is this how you keep Harold in line?”
His sister had always been tomb
