Davina's POV
Most people assumed Chase was my husband or something, but I never bothered setting them straight.
I could read it in their expressions, how their gazes would linger on my swollen belly before darting to Chase standing protectively at my side.
Like when the grocery store cashier beamed at us and chirped, "Make sure your husband knows this is a great deal on diapers," as if it was the most natural assumption in the world.
I never set the record straight. It was simpler that way.
Safer, too. When people believed Chase was my partner, they kept their distance. Fewer prying questions, less small-town chatter, less risk.
Picture a knocked-up girl on her own in some unfamiliar city. That would've been a nightmare for me. Devastating. Impossible.
But Chase had been my lifeline through everything. My big brother, my shield, my saving grace.
I honestly couldn't wrap my head around how dramatically my family had transformed.
