“There is something that I wanted to ask you.”
Gideon’s finger stilled its relentless swirling of the top of his wineglass, his gaze perfectly level with mine. There was a gravity to that look, something about it making my heart sputter in my chest like a car engine that kept cutting out.
What could he possibly want to ask me that required…all this?
Something cool and leaden settled in my stomach.
No…it couldn’t be. It was too soon. Surely these rich folks weren’t that crazy. The fact that I even hesitated to dismiss the thought was a worry. The memory of my father poking and prodding Ari about her marriage prospects rose from the blackness at the back of my mind. A long engagement, he’d said, but not a long courtship.
“Hm?” I hummed as nonchalantly as I could, trying my best not
