Not exactly the most encouraging of responses, but since I’d embarked on this discussion, I had no choice but to continue. “Yesterday after dinner I went and talked to him, and we worked things out. Or at least, I thought we did.”
A certain confusion entered Simon’s eyes. “But you didn’t?”
“It’s more like…he wasn’t honest with me. Not completely.”
“Then you shouldn’t marry him,” Simon said without hesitation.
“You make it sound so easy.”
“Well, it should be.” Simon drank some of his merlot, then set down the glass. “This is the twenty-first century, Miranda. What’re they going to do, lock you in a tower or something?”
“I — ”
A knock came at the door then, and Simon got up to answer it. He took the pizza from the delivery guy, thanked him, and shut the door. This all happened so fast
