"Edward." Forty-four-year-old Lauren from four houses up stops in front of me. "I'm happy you two are here."
She attempts to touch Masie, but I shift. "You know we always enjoy these parties."
"I heard about Bella." Her eyes rake down my body, even with Mase strapped to my chest. "You must be so lonely."
I am.
But not the way she thinks.
"That's not your concern," I tell her firmly, lifting a brow. "And I know our neighbors wouldn't gossip behind our backs?"
Behind her, Bella is walking this way.
Glaring.
Oh shit.
That's unexpected.
Interesting.
And fucking hot.
