Dexter Davenport nodded in satisfaction. "Allow me to make an introduction. To my dear uncles and brothers, this is Alaric's wife. Some of you met her at the wedding."
Alaric Davenport's "death" had drawn far more attention than his wedding. Some of the more distant relatives had simply sent gifts without attending.
When Yasmine Kimball saw the relatives nod in acknowledgement, a pang of jealousy struck her. She had never earned the family's approval.
Rosalind Lowell offered a faint smile. "Greetings, everyone."
"You've only been married a short time. Haven't you thought about remarrying?" The question came from Silas Davenport, Dexter Davenport's uncle.
Rosalind Lowell held her breath. 'What a thorny question to start with.'
"Remarry? Why would she? She claims she's pregnant, which means a lifetime of wealth and luxury. Only a fool would remarry." Before she could respond, Dexter Davenport's younger brother, Dylan Davenport, cut in.
