I didn’t know what to say, but I wasn’t ready to accept this. “I don’t know how to cook,” I blurted, before looking at Nicolas, who still leaned against the wall, his hands in his pockets. “I have one,” was all he said in a deep, thoughtful voice. I had a feeling he didn’t entirely want this marriage either, so why had he agreed to it? “I like to shop. I spend way too much money.” It was true, but I also donated to the local shelters just so I wouldn’t feel so bad about my spendthrift ways. So I guessed that meant I spent even more. “I have it.”
