DARNELL'S POV
"She asked me to move the wedding forward."
"What did you say?"
"I'll think about it."
Which I had. And decided it wasn't happening.
Maurice and I were on the balcony, both leaning against the railing, looking out at the darkness ahead broken up by a scatter of distant lights.
"Okay," Maurice said, drawing another pull from the cigarette between his fingers.
I turned my head toward him, genuinely surprised that was all he had. "That's new."
He looked at me and exhaled the smoke directly into my face. "What do you want me to say?" he asked.
I raised a brow, the corner of my mouth pulling down in mild amusement.
He'd been acting strange since that night and I couldn't decide if I preferred it or not. Maurice quiet was somehow more unsettling than him being loud. At l
