I laughed a little, getting out of my chair to walk over and give her a hug. She meant well, even if I didn't give a flip about any baby shower. In fact, she was the only one—aside from our friends—who had been on our side from the start.

"You put the reception together despite all this," I said, watching her eyes.

She lifted her chin. "Yes. The fight I got from wanting to celebrate your marriage was the reason I ended up forcing Jefferson to tell me what was going on. I'm only sorry any of the Hewitt was there at all." She blew out an angry breath, seething...