“We Were Going to Tell You Eventually”
They sprang apart.
Mason’s face went white.
Delaney didn’t look panicked.
She looked… relieved.
Mason started, “Oakley, this isn’t—”
“Isn’t what?” I snapped. “Isn’t my husband kissing my sister?”
The noise from the party faded.
People were noticing.
Heads turned. Conversations stopped.
Delaney stepped forward like she was finally tired of hiding.
