“Mr. Montclair!” Adam’s voice rang out in a bright and oblivious tone that sliced through the busyness of the room. He turned with a grin, extending his hand. “You’re finally here. How was the tour?”
Kai’s throat tightened and his reply clawed its way past the storm gathering inside him. He didn’t even look at Adam. His gaze stayed rooted to Abigail, who still hovered a half step behind, with her hand grazing the swell of her stomach as if it could shield her.
“How have you been?” He suddenly asked in a calm tone. But every syllable was sharpened, meant for her alone.
Abigail was startled at the directness of it. Her eyes flicked up just for a heartbeat before darting away again, as though even the act of looking at him might shatter her carefully constructed armor. She inhaled, steadyi
