Bree’s POV
“Thanks for bringing dinner Reese.”
I give Reese a smile as I sit on the couch, folding my leg underneath me as I take a sip from my water.
“Any time.”
Reese sits next to me with his red wine.
Ever since I told him I don’t drink dry reds, he always brings two bottles of wine, one red bottle for him, and a pinot grigio for me.
It wasn’t easy to explain the whole, ‘I can’t drink because I am pregnant with my fake husband’s baby’, so I told him I am still recovering from drinking too much the day before at the wedding and stuck to water.
Reese throws back the last of his red wine and sets it on the coffee table.
He scoots closer to me and drapes his arm around my shoulders.
“Have I told you how beautiful you look today, Bree?” His voice is lower than usual, and his eye
