The words hit Jules like someone had clapped a pair of cymbals against her ears.
‘Before I get married to Evie.’
It echoed, sharp and relentless.
She stared at Nolan, unable to look away, her heartbeat pulsing through her ears. Her breathing shook. And she didn’t even know why.
Did he have to dump the information on her like that? At this moment?
“I made a promise.” He added, his voice low, his eyes unable to meet hers. “And I want to keep it.”
Jules just swallowed and turned back to her fingers.
“And after the wedding here, we'll move back to the city."
She gritted her teeth, forcing her voice out steady. “When is the wedding?”
“In about three weeks." He took a quick glance at her but couldn't catch her expression.
"Well, then…" she paused. “Good luck."
But Nolan couldn't hel
