The September night was humid, but in a finger snap, she’d gone ice-cold. “Just like that. You put that out there between us.” “I alluded to it last night.” “Alluding is one thing, stating it flat-out another. What am I supposed to say?” “Do you want to?” She pressed her hand against her face. This wasn’t happening. Her fiancé couldn’t be saying this as rationally as if they were discussing having Brussels sprouts or broccoli with dinner. “My parents have been married over thirty years. Both of my brothers are happily married. As are your parents and your older sister.” “We’re engaged, are we not?” Christ, that impervious tone of his really twisted her shorts sometimes. “And you think it still counts as a commitment if we violate it by screwing whomever strikes our interest?” He didn’t answer for so long that she ground her teeth together just to fill the silence in her head. “Goddammit, don’t just sit there and stew.” “I’m not stewing. I’m trying to figure out how exactly you expect me to discuss how I feel when you shut me down at every turn.
