CHAPTER TWELVE
Two Weeks Later
“Osana?” Leslie tapped on Osana’s bedroom door. “You still awake?”
“Yeah,” she said, barely above a whisper.
Leslie came in and sat on the foot of the bed. “You can’t go through with this. Call it off.”
She closed her eyes, sighing. “You know I can’t.”
“I can’t believe this.” Leslie tugged on the sheet. “By this time tomorrow you’ll be Max Ace’s wife.” She twitched with a distorted expression. “And he’s moving in here. I can’t stand him. He’s so slimy. How are we gonna put up with him for a year?”
“You wanna quit?” Osana laid her head on the thick pillow. “You don’t have to go through this just because I do.”
“I’m your friend, and I won’t leave you when you need me.” She touched Osana’s foot through the sheet. “How are you feeling?”
“Sick to my stoma
