“What was what?”
“You stared at him all night.”
Robert set the bottle down.
“I don’t like this.”
“How can you not like him? You met him three hours ago.”
“The engagement?”
“Him.”
I stared at him.
“How can you not like him? You met him three hours ago.”
“I’ve seen enough.”
“Emily doesn’t know him as well as she thinks.”
“Enough of what?”
His jaw tightened.
“Emily doesn’t know him as well as she thinks.”
I frowned.
“What does that mean?”
“That boy can barely take care of himself.”
For a second, something like panic crossed his face.
Then it vanished.
“Nothing.”
“Robert.”
He picked up his glass.
I thought I’d misunderstood, which left me laughing at the absurdity of the statement.
“That boy can barely take care of himself.”
I thought I’d misunderstood, which left me laughing at the absurdity of the statement.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
“If this is about his prosthetics, I’m ashamed of you.”
Robert slammed his glass down hard enough to splash wine across the counter.
“It’s not that simple.”
“It looks pretty simple.”
Robert slammed his glass down hard enough to splash wine across the counter.
“That wedding is not happening.”
“You don’t get to decide that.”
