“I do want her to be happy,” he whispers, finally climbing off me, sprawling out on the ice beside me. “Jennie deserves the world.” “And I want to give her it.” His head flops so he can stare at me.“Ollie said I wasn’t being fair. Made me sleep on the couch.” “You have, like, three spare bedrooms.” “Four. She said I didn’t deserve a bed.”
