DAHLIA 

“Hello, Mr. Dubney.” I stepped forward with an extended hand. 

He accepted it but still had an admiring glance for Zac. “Hi. You must be the wife.”

Zac and me exchanged glances. 

“No.”

“Yes.”

Our contradictory replies drew a surprised brow from me. When did he marry me? I frowned, but he pretended not to notice. 

“Can we go see Cassie, now?” He said.

It was exactly what I’d wanted to say to Mr. Dubney but now that he had beaten me to it. I flashed a smile at the man. 

“Yes. Yes, we can.” He went to his wife and kissed her forehead. “I’ll be right back.”

She...