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 really how you ...