Chapter 16

Robert, standing in his family’s hallway under disapproving painted scowls, stared at emptiness for a handful of seconds. No, Dalton had definitely run from him. After telling him not to apologize. After saying I can’t, which sounded an awful lot like I can’t go through with this, or I can’t marry you, or I can’t even look at you, much less say the I do.

So he was almost assuredly not marrying Dalton Irving, then.

He peeked over across the hallway, at the ballroom. Lots of commotion, continuing. Lots of drama. The Thorne ball would definitely be discussed for weeks to come. Could they use his help? Another pair of hands? Or would he only be in the way, causing more disasters, blundering into extra trouble?