“No. I’ve been saying a whole hell of a lot to my future wife since we first met.” I narrow my eyes. “Like what.” “Like the fact that I fell in love with you ages ago.” He rolls his eyes. “We talked about this. I told you I fell in love—” Shock flickers through me. “You didn’t say with me.” I gape at him. I should’ve known this. I should’ve realized, right? I stop and focus on his expression. “I thought you were unavailable. Unattainable. Already in love with another girl—” “You,” he interrupts.
