Cecelia, after a moment, told herself she hadn't said anything wrong. Why should she feel guilty? It was just that Aaron’s gaze was so cold and sharp, it rattled her.
She raised her chin and walked over to where Aaron was standing—right next to her husband, Frank. Frank stiffened and, sensing the shift in mood, quickly took her by the arm and led her out of the club.
A sharp gust of wind blew in from outside. Emily pulled her arms tighter around herself—she’d forgotten to grab a jacket. A pair of polished leather shoes appeared in her view.
Aaron frowned. “WHAT are you doing here?”
Emily looked up at him. “I have something to tell you. But you didn’t come home last night.”
His eyes darkened. “You could’ve called. Did you really have to show up in person?”
Clearly, her unannounced ap
