Chapter Ten
Sloan
My father went to pour us some brandy from the Waterford crystal decanter Preston and I had given him for Christmas the year before. “Hearing that your marriage to that man was over was music to my ears.”
I picked up two snifters and held them out for him to fill with the amber liquor. “It’s never been a secret that you didn’t like us together.” My stomach knotted as I tried to choose my words carefully. “You could’ve broken us up before we’d even gotten started if you’d told me about his affair with Mom.”
“You know my reasons for not doing that.” He took the glass I held out to him, then went to take a seat behind his desk.
Taking his cue to sit, I took the chair on the opposite side. “I do.” Inhaling the haughty aroma of the brandy, I was reminded of the lifestyle
