“This could serve as a honeymoon.”

I glanced at my father in the reflection of his bathroom mirror. He made an arranged marriage sound much easier than it was.

Fiddling with the sleeves of my shirt, I pressed my lips together tightly. “I have meetings. I’m not there to have fun.”

Dad stopped trimming his beard and caught my stare. “Fletcher, I understand that you don’t know Ava well but you’ll never get to know her if you don’t spend time with her. She’s ...