not right.”
Her eyes grew wet, though she refused to cry. “I was the prop.”
Daniel reached for her and she moved away.
“Don’t.”
“Rachel, come upstairs. We’ll talk.”
“No.”
“Stop making a scene.”
That was a disastrous choice. Her expression hardened.
“A scene?”
She set her glass aside. “You brought your mistress to your wife’s family wedding hotel so she could see you touching me, and I’m making the scene?”
People near the reception doors were watching now, including Aunt Ruth, Ben, and Lily. Daniel saw them, became angry,
