Laura always spoiled for a fight when she was nervous, tense, or outright scared, and if she was all of the above, she wanted to go to war. Nathan counted to ten and tried to steer them back onto topic. “Look, the situation’s bound to get rougher as we get closer to the wedding date. Means s**t’s getting real.”
“Felt pretty real since the beginning,” Laura mumbled.
“And we both tend to forget it was our own choices that landed us in this mess. We’re both idiots. I’m even the bigger one, which means you’re smarter, so you should see the merit in talking to your father.”
Laura shook her head and played with her ponytail. “Wouldn’t even know where to begin that conversation, and it wouldn’t have done or do any good.” Her swallow was audible, the click in her throat barely holding in emotio
