Bianca looked down, her voice soft but firm. “When there was a fire at my mother’s apartment, Blake didn’t hesitate to rush in and save us. I owe him my life. Not once, but twice. I must repay him, or I’ll never be at peace.”

“So, you’re saying you’d rather stay single to take care of him?”

Dave felt a surge of anger. He grabbed Bianca’s shoulders and desperately shouted, “What about me? What about us? Do you care about me less than Blake’s leg? Is that ...