Alexander’s POV

My chest tightens with guilt, a muscle snapping between my brows. “Of course, I care what she thinks.”

“Sure about that?” Barbara voices softly. “Cause you’re here making a decision for her, and she’s not even aware of it.”

“I’m making it for both of us,” I retort, slipping the iPad onto a shelf as I motion toward her again. “I don’t want to put myself out there like that. I don’t want people all up in my business or hers. I don’t like the ...