Chapter 110

And yet the evening had started so promisingly. He’d loved seeing Lucette at the party, looking bright and beautiful, as much her old self as ever, reminding him of how interesting and articulate and sophisticated she really was. And when she’d drawn his hand to her bump and he’d felt their child kick... it had been the most intimate thing Ariston had ever experienced. The kiss had felt like a natural extension of that intimacy. He couldn’t have kept himself from it if he’d tried—which he hadn’t.