Chapter 4

“All right, would you mind explaining this?”

He ran a hand through his hair, distracted. “I tried to talk to you about it. Weren’t you listening to me?”

I must have missed something. “Suppose you tell me again.”

“My parents have been pressuring me to get married.”

“That’s nothing new.”

“No, you don’t understand. It’s become worse. I…I have to get married.”

“You’re not pregnant, are you?”

“No, what are you—” He narrowed his eyes. “Not funny, Rossi.”

He would have thought so at one time. “Look.” I caught his arm and squeezed it gently. “Talk to me. You love Micajah.”

“Why do you keep calling him something so old-fashioned?”

“Because that’s his name?”

Ron ground his teeth together. “I never liked it.:

“Micajah never liked that you called him Cage.”

“He never objected. Besides, it’s a good nickname.”

“He never liked it,” I said again.

“Never mind. Cage has been nothing but cold to me these past months. He’s…he’s probably seeing someone.”