“Fiancée?" James said again, as if repetition could return the world to factory settings.
“It's true," Evelyn replied. Her voice didn't strain. It stayed flat and clear, a road with new paint.
Harrison stood at her side, not quite touching. “We're engaged," he said. “That's the sentence."
James stared. “Since when?"
“Since this morning," Evelyn said. “Since last year, if you count the moment I started to understand."
Grace blinked fast, searching for the right softness. “Evelyn, I don't think you should rush."
“I'm not rushing," Evelyn said. “I'm arriving."
James exhaled a laugh with no heat. “Arriving at what? A business deal?" He turned to Harrison. “Is this what you wanted? To poach what's mine?"
“Nothing here is yours," Harrison said. “Not the store. Not the air. Not her."
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