“Too bad he couldn’t take you with him.”
“Yes, it was.”
John’s deliberately staring down the front of my dress, which makes me blush as red as a beet.
Soon joining us are Trina’s husband Nate and Patric Mellon, who I hardly know. Just like David, Patric notes my provocative attire with some interest. This is starting to make me feel more worried than ever. Even Daniel is attending the cocktail hour, although he is standing off to the side of the room talking to a man I’ve never met.
What’s most chilling however is that Charlie is no stranger to his company. In fact, I have the distinct impression that he is also a member of the Deacon Club.
The minutes slide by and after a time I see the small crowd dispersing. This time, however, rather than head for the entrance with the wives, I’m
