“I was not going to do that,” I lied.
“You were absolutely going to do that,” she countered.
I laughed, but the sound came out forced and tight in my throat. “Okay, I admit that I was going to do that.”
“Ask him calmly after you have some coffee,” Felicia advised me patiently. “Do not accuse him of anything, just watch his face because Callum is a terrible liar, and you know he could not even keep our surprise party a secret.”
“Which is exactly why this is so weird,” I pointed out. “He cannot keep secrets, yet here we are dealing with one.”
“It means either it is something big and awful, or it is something big and not awful at all,” she said. “Both outcomes are completely possible right now.”
I stared down at the small key lying in my hand. It was far too small for a normal house door and seemed designed for a tiny lock, like a jewelry box or a small cash drawer.
“Felicia, what if I just married a man that I do not actually know?” I asked softly.
“You dated him for four long years, so you know who he is,” she insisted firmly.
