The Rightful Wife

"Eat up," Vance said.

Celine nodded. She looked like she wanted to say something, but held back. "Vance, do you..."

"What did you call me?" Vance asked, narrowing his eyes slightly.

She pressed her lips together. "Honey..."

"What? Go on." A faint smile touched his lips.

Celine saw it clearly—the slight smile on his face and the flicker of amusement in his eyes.

For a long moment, she was stuck in