Chapter 19
“I can’t believe you still haven’t told our parents,” Mark said. His bulk took up half the space at the picnic table across from Simon, providing much needed shade from the setting sun.
Simon brushed the wrinkles out of his shirt. “I will tell Mother and Father what they need to know, when they need to know it.”
“You always did play your cards close, but this is extreme, even for you. Don’t you think they should know?”
“Have I, at any point in our lengthy relationship, ever given you the impression I will do what you ask just because you nag me? No? That’s because I have not,” Simon said. “I asked for your support, I appreciate that you are giving it. Now, stop rehashing this argument.”
“Just be careful,” Mark said, clapping Simon’s arm. “There are more hearts at stake than
