Chapter 39

“I got the shit kicked out of me.”

“What?”

“I said—”

“But you’re not a little man.”

“My size didn’t help; there were six of them, and I…I was with someone I felt needed to be protected.”

“A girl?” That depressed me, which was foolish. Just because he wanted to marry me didn’t mean he was gay. He could be bisexual, and that meant I’d have to worry about both men and women catching his eye. I sighed.

“No, actually a boy.”

“Oh? Oh!” I couldn’t help it. I felt much better. Of course I was sorry he’d been gay-bashed, but…I’d only have to worry about half the population instead of all of it.

“I’d gotten to the point where I was actually imagining a wedding—an arch of ivy and gardenias for us to stand under, a reception at the Saratoga Trunk.”

“But that’s the most expensive place in town.”