KURT THUMBED THROUGH the Dan Brown novel on his lap, reading the same sentence for about the eleventh time. What was she doing now? Was she thinking of him? Mist! He had to stop this! She’d made her decision and he’d made his. They both had to move on from there. How had she expected him to react? Coming to him five days before their wedding and ranting about something that happened a long time ago to people who deserved their fate. Did she expect him to feel guilty about what Mr. Nuclear had done? The kidnappers had captured and then killed Gabe. They deserved their fate. Whatever.
Kurt chewed his bottom lip, staring sightlessly at the pages. She hadn’t even given him a chance. She’d believed what she’d heard and that was why she’d asked for a postponement. And yet, she was the one who’d
