I laughed.

“What a lame joke, Fred. Right after… you asked me to marry you.”

He dragged both hands down his face, visibly distressed. It took him a long moment to meet my eyes again.

“It’s not a joke, little bunny. And… I can prove it.”

I looked away from him. Fixed my gaze on some random point on the wall. Then memories flooded in: the invitation to hook up at the Bali hotel while he had a prostitute with him. Then the invitation to the bus. And when I arrived… he reacted as if ...