“Are you mad at me?” Bill asked, moving to the side, allowing me access to the sink.
I looked up at him, meeting his green gaze. “For being truthful with me? No. For wanting to guard me? No. I just wish everyone would realize I can make up my own mind and live my life the way I see fit.” I found the dishpan underneath the sink, squirted dish soap into it and started the water.
“Like the BonJovi song, you'll live your life your way?” He handed me the frying pan and utensils he had used. “I'm in the let-you-live-your-own-life column, too.”
“Great. And by the way, I wasn't about to get pregnant,” I said. “I do take birth control, you know.” I found a dishrag and plunged my hands into the soapy water. “I knew Stefan was up to something—just knew he wasn't being straight with me. I'm not a c
