“No, I want to know,” he insists with another shake of his head. “You looked so excited earlier and you wouldn’t tell me. The suspense is killing me, Si.” “Blaine, later.” “No. Tell me now.” I growl in warning. “Baby…” “Oh, come on!” he shouts, throwing his hands up in the air. “Just get on with it.” “Fine! I’m movin’ to fuckin’ Connecticut with you! Can you shut the fuck up now?”
