“Let sleeping dogs lie,” she’d told Salem and him over dinner that night. “I have my daughter and now I have a son. I don’t care about anything else.” “What about the scandal?” Salem had asked. Caz knew how much anxiety the word alone gave them, and for good reason given their histories in the last decade. Selina had shrugged. “The world didn’t end with the last one. It won’t with this either.”
