Reed
AFTER THAT SCENE WITH Sinclair, I knew there was no way that I was ready for marriage. I decided that after the anniversary party, I would lock up all my breakables and talk to Sela. For now, however, I decided it would be best to stay away from Sinclair and be a little more attentive towards Sela.
I owed her that.
With a sense of relief, I went in search of Sela and found her in a miniscule pink bikini, lounging next to the outdoor pool.
“Where have you been?” she asked frigidly.
“Can’t you tell?” I asked, spreading my arms apart and turning around.
She wrinkled her nose. “Is that her idea of a haircut?”
“What’s wrong with it?” I asked, knowing perfectly well that the only thing wrong was the fact that Sinclair had given it to me.
“It’s fine,” she said. “If you like it, that’
