I pulled my phone out of my pocket to fire off a quick text to my brother that the ceremony was a go and that I'd phone him later with the details. By the time I'd finished, the rabbi had gone. But I wasn't alone.

Rohan watched me, lounging inside the room. I drank him in, freshly shaven with his sweater and black trousers molding to every muscle. His eyes were alight with amusement. "Why were you quoting Latin, Lolita?"

My hand tightened on my phone. "That name is done. ...