“But you’ll come for the wedding, right?” “I’m invited?” I don’t miss the shock in his voice. “Don’t be silly. Of course, you’re invited.” I falter on my second question. Henry and I haven’t settled on the bridesman topic yet. “And that’s where you guys are doing it? Alaska?” “Yeah. We both love it up there.” There’s a lengthy pause. “Ronan? Are you still—” “Yeah, I’ll be there. For you. Not for your asshole fiancé. He doesn’t deserve you.”
