"I'm sorry," Lake whispered for the hundredth time that evening as they stood in the hall, pack members surrounding them and wishing them a happy life ahead.
Audrey pretended not to have heard him and simply kept her smile on for the guests.
His arm was around her waist, and he could feel just how impatient she was to leave the place and face him squarely.
"Congratulations, brother. You got me there for a second... that was really dumb. Say, what if she said not because of your dumb idea, what were you going to do? Got a plan B?" Mark came over, carrying Mikhail.
Lake sent Mark a death glare. He was still trying to get Audrey to forgive him for the stunt he pulled, and Mark came over to add salt to his wound.
"Moma," Mikhail called, his cheeks blushing.
Audrey stared at him, her eyes narrowed, "Yes, baby, don't tell me you were in on this with your Dad?" She asked him.
