Um... well…
Oh. Shit.
He chuckles.
Actually chuckles.
Then pats my shoulder.
“Don't worry, my dear. I am always available to you.”
“Father—”
“Oh, and might I offer my congratulations? Kai Montego is a good man at that.”
I freeze.
Because suddenly this isn't funny anymore.
The old priest's expression softens.
“You know, he talks about you like you're precious to him, my dear. Simply precious.”
“He does?”
My throat tightens.
“Indeed, and that's become increasingly rare these days.”
Before I can respond, he heads for the door.
Leaving me standing there.
Speechless.
Completely speechless.
Because now I have to explain to Kai that somehow our fake dating scheme has evolved into an engagement rumor.
And knowing this town?
By Friday, we'll probably have three children and a golden retriever.
Dear Lord, how did I get myself into this mess?
Maybe I should call him first and explain.
That’s probably a good idea.
Before Sister Agnes starts planning the wedding.
Twenty-Five
Kai
I'm still sitting in a conference room at Volkov Towers at ten o'clock at night.
Which means my day has officially gone to shit.