Chapter Thirty-Two
“He’s amazing,” Fiona said.
Rose turned to her, the dark-haired woman who was married to Vic. She’d been quiet all through the awkward family dinner and was now sitting beside a potted fern, holding the glass of white wine Chase had brought her. They were in the hotel lounge, just off the dining room, an intimate casual place set in soft blues and browns, with a fireplace and a few sofas and chairs. Chase was standing with Vic, talking.
“May I?” Fiona asked and gestured to the empty seat beside her on the sofa.
“Of course. Sorry.”
Fiona slid her hand to her leg, tucking her silky cream skirt under her bottom as she sat. She wore a chiffon gold camisole and had dark eyes and a great figure. There was something about Vic and Fiona that made them such a match. “I don’t
