I take another small sip before saying, “So…fake fiancée?” She squeezes the bridge of her freckled nose. “I had hoped you didn’t hear that part.” “I assumed as much, but your walls are kind of thin.” She rubs her forehead. “He’s going to kill me.” “It’s not your fault.” “I know, but…” She takes a deep breath. “Since you already overheard the conversation, will you let me vent for two minutes? I swear to shut up afterward so we can focus on whatever it is you came here to talk about, but I need to speak with someone. Ellie’s out of town, and I don’t want to burden her—”
