Rebecca
Alexi and I pulled up to Isha Becks house. It was beautiful on a hill looking over Denver. We got out of my Mercedes, and three of our guards got out of an SUV that drove up behind us. The other two stayed inside the car.
As we walked to the house, the front door was open, Isha and four men came out with two children in two of the men’s arms.
“Rebecca, Alexi, welcome to our home. Alexi, you know my husbands, but Rebecca, I think you’ve only met Ford. These other three are Mic, Davis, and Dawson, and these cuties are our children, Seth and Rya.
We all said hello.
“This is a 1973 Scotch. We didn’t know what kind of gathering this was, and we also didn’t want to come empty-handed,” Alexi said.
“Scotch is always welcomed for any occasion,” Ford said as he took the bottle out o
