Christopher watched April leave. The second the door closed behind her, he turned to Alec.
“Did you see that reaction?”
Alec leaned back on his chair with a heavy sigh. “I did. What the hell was that?”
Christopher clenched his jaw.
“That was her father being a f*****g son of a bitch.”
It was true then.
Fucking hell.
He’d taken one look at April and knew something was terribly wrong. The color had left her face, as though she was in a panic about something. She probably didn’t realize that herself. She was staring at the whiskey glass in his hand.
He remembered how her shoulders visibly slumped with relief as soon as he let go of the glass and it pissed him off. Although Alec didn’t have the faintest idea why, he’d guessed that it was because of the whiskey and moved the glasses
