Chapter 4
“You don’t really have work to do, and you know it. It’s just an excuse not to have to go home to an empty house and a missing husband-to-be who is God-knows-where.” This was true, but I refused to admit it to himof all people.
“Whatever. Look, I don’t have time for this nonsense. Get out of the car, right now.” I tried to shake him off, but Rodney wouldn’t budge, gripping my wrist even tighter than before.
“Come on, Royce. I said I was sorry. Yes, it’s true. I hate Thad. I hate what he does to you, and I wish you could see that, but you’re determined to marry the guy, so fine. Look, it’s one of my duties as best man to make sure you get drunk the night before you tie the knot. Didn’t you just tell me I needed to do things by the book? Well, this is in the book. We’re doing this—don’t argue.” His stare challenged me to deny him.