Chapter One Hundred-Fifty-Six

“Fiona.” Beckett’s voice carried a warning that even Bea could hear.

“What?” Fiona poured herself more wine. “I’m just saying it’s a lot to take on at twenty. Most girls your age are in college, going to parties, having fun. Not married and pregnant.”

Bea set down her fork carefully. “I’m exactly where I want to be.”

“I’m sure you are.” Another long sip. “It’s just so different from what Beckett’s