Bree’s POV
Pushing my hair out of my face, I sigh and lean back in my chair.
It is nearly 7:00 and I am the only one left on the entire floor, yet again.
My office is full of boxes, as I am about to move into my father’s old office, one story above mine, but I did a little remodeling first.
I really couldn’t handle the smell of cigar smoke that lingered in the dark blue carpet.
It has been nearly three months since the wedding.
Things are…okay.
After I told Cranston about Reese, things shifted between us in a weird way.
We are always perfectly polite to each other, but it’s…just…different.
I cringe slightly at the memory of Cranston’s face closing off, shutting me out, when I told him at the restaurant that I had been seeing Reese.
It really doesn’t seem fair that he would be
