"Honey," McKenna said warmly, flashing her a smile. "A drink for you."
He stepped closer and placed the glass gently in her hand. Mary accepted it, blinking up at him. Lately, he had been unusually sweet.
The waltz began to play, the music swelling through the ballroom just as McKenna's hand settled at her waist. The small gesture made Benedict's eyes darken, though he said nothing—his jaw tight as he bit back his words.
"What happened between you two?" Mary asked, glancing between them, her gaze lingering on her husband. McKenna's hand moved in slow circles at her back, sending a faint jolt through her, though she forced herself to remain composed.
"Mary, I...." Benedict began, eager to claim her attention.
Amber eyes slid to him, a faint smile curving Mary's lips. "Well, go on, Benedict."
