Garin stormed away, his head spinning. Fiancé? She had said he was just a family friend. The poisonous thoughts swirled through his mind as he pushed his way through the crowd. Willow’s cart was only a few feet ahead of him. He could confront her here, make her tell him what the hell was going on.

He couldn’t do that to her though and he just wasn’t that guy to cause a scene. He watched her serving cider to the crowd, a genuine smile on her face. He felt a pang of sorrow shoot ...