“Bridget,” I say, giving her a hug. “Nice to see you. And you as well, Luke.”

June glances between the three of us, as though this newfound familiarity between us is freaking her out. “It was, uh, nice of you guys to visit.”

“Visit?” Luke scoffs, eyeing his daughter. “June, darling, we’ve been worried sick about you. Where have you been?”

She glances towards me. “Well—”

“June just needed a little space,” I explain. “She needed some time to think.”

Bridget’s lips purse up with displeasure. “Do you realize what you put your fiancé through? What you put us through?”

The fake smile drops from June’s lips. “I wasn’t really thinking.”

“Clearly,” Bridget sniffs. “Another man would have thrown you to the curb. But Kolya chose to take you back. You’re extremely lucky.”

“I didn’t need to take her back,” I say immediately, disliking the accusatory tone this is taking. “As I said, planning the wedding was overwhelming. She needed to step back for a bit. To breathe.”

“Isn’t that what the honeymoon is for?” Bridget retorts. “Sweetheart, you’ve got a wonderful man here. Why on earth would you jeopardize that?”

“I’m pregnant, Mom.” June’s expression is a cross between rebellion and pleading. “I… I’ve been through a lot the last few months. And then suddenly, I was planning a wedding. It all got to be too much. Did you ever think that maybe, instead of judgment, I needed some understanding?”

“Oh, Lord,” Bridget sighs, looking towards her husband helplessly. “That’s the problem with you and your sister. The two of you can be so dramatic.”

“Dramatic?” June asks, and I can tell from the crux of her tone that she’s getting worked up.

“Yes,” Bridget says, doubling down. “Dramatic. Look at Geneva. She’s been down at the precinct, jumping down the officers’ throats about you, making all sorts of troubling accusations about Kolya and his Bratva—”

June’s eyes go wide. “You know about his Bratva?”

Bridget and Luke exchange a glance. “Of course we do, dear,” Luke says at last. “We weren’t born yesterday.”

“And… you’re fine with that?”

Luke glances at me apologetically. “What a question to ask. Of course we are. Kolya is well-connected, and he can keep you safe. Why wouldn’t we want that for our daughter?”

“In my opinion, Geneva is simply jealous,” Bridget says. “Why else would she try and implicate Kolya in your so-called ‘disappearance’?”

June frowns. “Where did the two of you think I was?”

Bridget looks almost embarrassed. “These questions. Well, of course Kolya told us where you were! You were in the Hamptons, getting the ‘space’ you needed.”

June glances at me. “I don’t think it’s fair to blame Geneva. She was just doing what she thought was right.”

“She was causing a whole stir about nothing,” Luke snaps. “She was trying to spin up some sort of scandal. And I certainly don’t need that kind of publicity now.”

“What do you mean?” June asks.

Luke and Bridget exchange a glance. “Well, that’s another reason we’re here today. To share the news.”