“No,” Rosianna said abruptly.
Nathan blinked severally at her. “What?”
“I said no. I can’t meet your mother.”
He reared back in surprise. “Why the hell not? She knows that we’re married.”
“That’s exactly why I cannot meet her,” she replied. “Does she know that this is not a real marriage?”
Nathan remembered the bank card his mother had given him, the one that contained her retirement money. It was in the small part of his drawer in his new room. He was supposed to use it to buy Rosianna a diamond ring.
“No, she does not know that,” he said quietly. “And I don’t want her to, either. It’ll break her heart. It came as a surprise to her, but she’s sort of excited that I’m getting married, so let’s not tell her that this isn’t real, okay?”
“On that note, do not let me meet her. I can be
