He closed his eyes briefly.
“I know how it looks.”
“How it looks?” My voice rose. “It looks like you changed your mind about marrying me while I was asleep!”
“That’s not what happened.”
“Then tell me what happened!”
He looked so distressed that part of me wanted to reach for him. I loved this man. I wanted to believe there was a reasonable explanation.
But another part of me was terrified.
Had he regretted the proposal?
Had someone else entered his life?
Had he discovered something about me that had suddenly changed his mind?
“Is there someone else?” I asked.
His head snapped up.
“No.”
“Then why are you doing this?”
He dragged a hand through his hair.
“I need the ring today. I promise I’ll explain later.”
“Later?” I repeated. “You expect me to sit here all day wondering whether I’m still your fiancée?”
He said nothing.
