I’m pretty sure I’m sporting a ‘deer caught in the headlights’ expression as Wilder maneuvers me back into the crowd, quickly fobbing everyone off as he ushers me out of the room. “Wilder,” I whisper-hiss, clinging onto his arm for dear life. “I am not marrying you.” “Oh, Sunshine, you wound me. There I thought we were in love.” I try to scowl at him, but the whole panicked eye thing kind of ruins it, and he chuckles at my freak out. He directs me into a back kitchen, quickly kicking the few staff members out, and grabs me a glass of water while I collapse onto a stool.
