Chapter 12

“Of everything.” Nobuo Tsuchino took a beat. “I do not, however, want you filled with regret, with doubt or questioning. You must not feel as if you have not explored, that you have left a part of you unfulfilled. That is not fair to you or to Erika.”

Otousan’sdecrees could be as confusing as artistic arm movements. Was he telling Tom Alan to, um, bang Milo Fisher—or some other guy—before marrying his daughter? “I don’t understand,” he admitted. “What do you want me to do?”

Tom Alan knew he could fight off sexual attraction, lust—he’d gotten damned good at it—but if he developed emotional feelings for Milo, which already seemed possible, that could be a lot harder.

“Tom Alan,” Tsuchino said. “You must cut your pathway through your own meadow. Though it will eventually cross paths with that created by another, your first few steps must be where no one else has trod.”

“Is that an ancient Chinese proverb?” Tom Alan asked softly, sorrowfully, confused.