Skylar returned to the White House that night with a war raging inside her. She knew Chris would ask questions. He always did.
As she stepped into their private quarters, he was already there, standing by the window, hands in his pockets. He turned when she entered.
"You're late." His voice was even, but there was an edge to it.
"I went for a walk," she said carefully.
Chris watched her for a long moment. Then, slowly, he stepped closer.
"Tell me the truth, Skylar." His voice was low, controlled. "Who did you meet?"
Skylar's pulse quickened. Did he already know?
Chris reached up, brushing his thumb across her cheek in a slow, almost affectionate gesture. But his eyes were unreadable.
"You wouldn't lie to me, would you?"
Skylar swallowed. This was it. The moment that could change everything.
And for the first time since she met Chris Blackwood… she wasn't sure where she stood.