I had seen him only once, at my father’s funeral.

Vincent took in the bill on the floor, the phone still recording, and my hand on my belly.

He walked straight toward me.

Before I could ask what he was doing there, he put an arm around me and kissed me.

I jerked away.

Grant stepped back, white as a wall.

“Do you want to repeat what you just said to her?” Vincent asked without raising his voice.

Brielle tugged at Grant’s sleeve.