Chloe grabbed Leighton's wrist and pulled her through the crowd. Past the champagne fountain. Past Marcus's aunt telling some story. Past everything. Into the house. Up the stairs. Down a hallway lined with family photos.
The bathroom door slammed behind them. Locked.
Chloe whirled around. Her face was flushed. Eyes bright with anger. Or tears. Maybe both.
"What the hell is going on?"
Leighton's back pressed against the marble counter. "What do you mean?"
"Don't. Don't do that. Don't play dumb with me." Chloe's voice shook. "Daniel just left. He looked devastated. Said he had a work emergency but I saw his face. And you and Noah have been eye-f*****g across the garden all afternoon."
"We haven't..."
"Yes, you have. I'm not blind. The way you looked at each other during the toast. Th
