Landon glanced down at the number searing into his wrist. 3.
His gaze locked onto the men around the table, eating without a care in the world.
A pair of soft arms wrapped around him from behind. The razor edge in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a harmless smile.
"Landon, I'm so happy right now."
Fiona pressed her cheek to his back. "You have no idea how jealous I used to be of Natalie... the media always said you two were meant to be."
Landon's breathing faltered for a fraction of a second. Disgust flashed through his eyes, gone before anyone could catch it.
Fiona circled around to face him, her voice coy. "Can we share a room tonight? You haven't touched me since the wedding..."
Landon handed her a bowl of soup, his voice so gentle it could drown. "After the first trimest
