That explains his monumentally shitty mood for the past few days and hints at how unhappy he is about this. “What are you going to do? Marry her?” My voice falters, so full of anguish.

Why do I sound so childlike? Oh, I don’t know, maybe because the thought of Jake marrying her is killing me.

I’m hushed by the twisted frown he throws at me.

Okay, maybe we don’t live in the nineteenth century anymore, but I’m sure Carrero Senior will have something to say about ...