It had been three days since the gala, but the tension in the house wasn’t going anywhere.
Not in the way Martin seemed unusually quiet at breakfast. Not in how Loretta’s phone suddenly became the most interesting object in the room whenever Martin walked in.
And most specifically, it was the way Martin kept bringing up Liam.
Like he had a sixth sense for the moment she picked up her phone. He watched her like a hawk when she started smiling at a text.
"So, did you two meet?" he asked that afternoon, leaning lazily on the couch. His fingers curled around a half-empty glass of wine, tapping the rim with the edge of his nail.
Loretta was stirring sugar into her tea, wearing an oversized T-shirt and shorts that hit mid-thigh, her hair up in a messy bun. She didn’t even look up from the m
