“Shannon?” he said.
“What are you doing here?”
I swallowed hard and fought to keep my voice steady.
“I wanted to surprise you,” I whispered.
“I brought our daughters so you could finally meet them.”
The woman glanced at the babies and let out an awkward laugh.
“Well,” she said, “this is certainly an uncomfortable surprise.”
I turned toward my husband, waiting for an explanation.
Dillon sighed with impatience, the way you sigh at a waiter who has brought the wrong order.
“Shannon, please don’t cause a scene.”
“We met during the cruise, and one thing led to another.”
I stared at him.
“Come on, sweetheart,” he said.
“I’m a young, good-looking man.”
“You can’t seriously expect me to spend months at sea without female attention.”
The woman gave a smug little smile.
“Besides,” Dillon added, “it’s simply how men are.”
“You should understand that.”
I could barely believe what I was hearing.
