*Saoirse*

I continued to stand there, staring at Rhys. I was unsure what to say. My feet shifted.

I fumbled momentarily, trying to think of what to say next.

As if the moment couldn’t be even more embarrassing, I felt the flush return to my cheeks.

“I apologize,” Rhys said, putting his hands up in surrender. “That is none of my business. Forgive my rudeness.”

My mind seemed to thaw at last. “It’s a contract marriage arranged by my ...