Olivia’s POV

“Dear Lord, when I get to heaven, please let me bring my man,” Alexander sang softly, his voice blending with the melody drifting from the car stereo he’d turned on. He glanced at me, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

“This is still your favorite song, right? Or have you moved on?” His tone was light, an attempt to draw me back into conversation, but I wasn’t ready to let go of my frustration.

Just moments ago, he’d implied that my being a woman made me ...