Christopher.
His arms were crossed, his jaw tight, but it was his eyes that pinned her to the spot.
His brow arched slightly, and though his expression was neutral on the surface, the disapproval radiating off him hit her like a physical blow.
“What,” he began, his voice measured as he stepped forward looking at both of them intensively with his arms crossed.
Vivian’s stomach lurched, a cold dread twisting through her. Her lips parted, but no words came out. Oh God, no. Not like this. Her heart thudded painfully against her ribs as her mind scrambled to piece together some kind of explanation—something, anything, that might salvage the mess she was currently drowning in.
Andrew’s hands dropped from her waist as if he’d been burned. The absence of his touch jolted her, sending her st
