It wasn’t until that moment that I realized how angry I was with the man who was supposed to be engaged to me. He hadn’t even tried, for God’s sake. Spent ten minutes with me in the garden, then insulted me and let me go my merry way. Cat had done a pretty good job of distracting me — which was why she had dragged me to this party in the first place, I was certain — but sooner or later I had to come back around to the sorry fact that he didn’t care one bit.
“Yeah, and I’m running for president,” Tony scoffed, then took a sip of his own glass of punch, which he had set off to the side while he played bartender.
I decided to play innocent, just to see what happened. “What, Rafe isn’t into parties?”
Both Tony and Cat laughed. “Um, no,” she said. “He’s more the brooding Lord Byron type. It
