"I find glaring menacingly at them works better these days," Audrey said, shooting Tracey a half smile. "Such is the curse of a wedding ring. No on believes I'm going to shag them rotten in the supply closet anymore."
Audrey's eyes narrowed. She and her brother-in-law were going to be having a rather unpleasant conversation in the near future. She hoped Will would forgive her if his brother's bits never worked the same way again.
"What were you even doing with John, Trace?" she asked softly. "You're worth so much more than scum like that."